Weekend in Connecticut
The Canny Mr. Summerer sums up the weekend quite succinctly, but I would like to add three points to the account.
- Eric and Stephanie are the nicest, most pleasant people I know, and I take every opportunity to point this out. Why? Because their qualities transcend most casual observation of humanity. It's not that they are "nice" so much as that they are a living mathematical proof of karmic balance. I am always very happy when good things happen to them because it brings a sense of wholeness to the universe.
- Their house is in the woods just north of Lake Waterous and it is huge and scenic and they should have parties there.
- Connecticut still holds the world's record for most clinically diagnosed morons driving automobiles.
4 comments:
Granted, you tried to drive to our house in the middle of some sort of typhoon. I don't think you can completely blame the CT drivers for the flooded bridges and the fallen trees.
Anything else you may have experienced is all our fault.
It's got nothing to do with bridges and trees, my friend. It's that the people from the state you now call home just do not know how to fucking drive. One near-death experience is understabable, two is excusable, but I've long-since lost track of the number of times I've almost been killed while driving on a Connecticut road.
Typhoon? Those dastardly Indians get Us outsourced jobs and we get their outsourced weather?
How is that fair?
Foot surgery?
Yes, I am still a little gimpy from the Frickin' Lasers.
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