salty icicles, frozen creamer and tiny shells in my pocket
so i failed on my new year's resolution already!
anyway, some fun things that happened recently:
last saturday alida and i went to PJ's diner in coventry, RI. i read about it in the GET magazine, the gay magazine of the greater providence. it described it as a homey diner where locals and lesbians hang out, where if you go in your pajamas you are provided with free coffee! so we went, with our hungry sleepy selves, and let me tell you - i love new england for this reason. it was a tiny box house (a bit reminiscent of a trailer) on a main strip of road by the small body of water, among hickville truck garages and hole-in-a-wall bars, with a raimbow flag at its door. inside, it was filled with locals, mostly men in plaid flannel shirts and carharrt jackets, but definately some typical northeast softball pre-generation-X dykes. the waitress (a teanager who is probably one of the owner's daughter) greeted us with an energetic "hi!" followed by more greetings from the owner (one of the lesbian couple). the inside was all purple, and had few tables and a counter. i got a "big girls" combo with eggs and french toast - it was greasy, unhealthy, and salty just the way i like my diners. coffee was constantly full, and the owner was really welcoming and overall, i got a really nice sense of community over the border of gay and straight. i recommend anyone to give PJ's a little visit. just FYI for you late morning people - they close at noon, so hurry!
after we filled our stomach, we decided to take a little road trip to newport since alida had never been there and we were already south of providence. we drove through fancy mansions of bellevue avenue admiring and criticizing the wealth of the "old money" and took a right onto ocean drive. atlantic was silvery and beautiful, shining in the cold wind of the new england winter. we stopped at a little pill-off, and went onto the shore to see how cold it was. along the way we picked up two empty detergent containers that got washed up, and a creamer bottle.... it felt heavy so i opened it to drain, but nothing came out, and it was because creamer turned into yummy looking ice cream! we didn't dare eat it, as much as we wanted to, but we did taste huge icicles that formed along the boulders from waves hitting them constantly in the freezing temperature. they were salty and we found that extremely entertaining and fun, as was picking up these tiny spirally shells (well, alida was getting really into it). on the way back, we came up with our new album title: "salty icicles, frozen creamer and tiny shells in my pocket"
alida on her net surfing to locate her dream job, she came across meatrix. must see! amazing.
so i thought i had pretty interesting dream, with bears and what not, but i have to say, alida just had a hilarious dream. just for the record - she did work in the transplant office at the hospital, and her mom just switched her diet to high fiber diet, and i eat high-fiber cereal every morning.....
...social worker wheeled a dead man on a stretcher into her office and put it next to alida's desk. her supervisor gerri was supposed to take care of these things, but since she wasn't there at the moment, alida got stuck with this dead guy. apparently, it is a routine in this office to get dead guy a bowl of cereal so alida goes into the kitchen and pours cereal and pours milk into the bowl and brings it out to the dead guy. then gerri comes back and tells alida "no no, you don't give him the regular cereal - it HAS to be the high-fiber cereal" so they go back to the kitchen to look for the high-fiber cereal in the cupboard only to realize that there are no more high-fiber cereal left. in the meantime, because alida didn't want the cereal she prepared to go to waste, she had eaten the cereal and so by the time gerri tells her "since we're out of high-fiber cereal i guess we can give him the normal one..." it was gone. not understanding this peculiar ritual of cereal feeding to a dead man, alida asks "so why do we have to feed dead man high-fiber cereal?" gerri answers "well," as she rolls back in her chair "you know how after they get a transplant they get constipated. and so this carries on after they die, so if we feed them high-fiber cereal, it will help them in the afterlife."
anyway, some fun things that happened recently:
last saturday alida and i went to PJ's diner in coventry, RI. i read about it in the GET magazine, the gay magazine of the greater providence. it described it as a homey diner where locals and lesbians hang out, where if you go in your pajamas you are provided with free coffee! so we went, with our hungry sleepy selves, and let me tell you - i love new england for this reason. it was a tiny box house (a bit reminiscent of a trailer) on a main strip of road by the small body of water, among hickville truck garages and hole-in-a-wall bars, with a raimbow flag at its door. inside, it was filled with locals, mostly men in plaid flannel shirts and carharrt jackets, but definately some typical northeast softball pre-generation-X dykes. the waitress (a teanager who is probably one of the owner's daughter) greeted us with an energetic "hi!" followed by more greetings from the owner (one of the lesbian couple). the inside was all purple, and had few tables and a counter. i got a "big girls" combo with eggs and french toast - it was greasy, unhealthy, and salty just the way i like my diners. coffee was constantly full, and the owner was really welcoming and overall, i got a really nice sense of community over the border of gay and straight. i recommend anyone to give PJ's a little visit. just FYI for you late morning people - they close at noon, so hurry!
after we filled our stomach, we decided to take a little road trip to newport since alida had never been there and we were already south of providence. we drove through fancy mansions of bellevue avenue admiring and criticizing the wealth of the "old money" and took a right onto ocean drive. atlantic was silvery and beautiful, shining in the cold wind of the new england winter. we stopped at a little pill-off, and went onto the shore to see how cold it was. along the way we picked up two empty detergent containers that got washed up, and a creamer bottle.... it felt heavy so i opened it to drain, but nothing came out, and it was because creamer turned into yummy looking ice cream! we didn't dare eat it, as much as we wanted to, but we did taste huge icicles that formed along the boulders from waves hitting them constantly in the freezing temperature. they were salty and we found that extremely entertaining and fun, as was picking up these tiny spirally shells (well, alida was getting really into it). on the way back, we came up with our new album title: "salty icicles, frozen creamer and tiny shells in my pocket"
alida on her net surfing to locate her dream job, she came across meatrix. must see! amazing.
so i thought i had pretty interesting dream, with bears and what not, but i have to say, alida just had a hilarious dream. just for the record - she did work in the transplant office at the hospital, and her mom just switched her diet to high fiber diet, and i eat high-fiber cereal every morning.....
...social worker wheeled a dead man on a stretcher into her office and put it next to alida's desk. her supervisor gerri was supposed to take care of these things, but since she wasn't there at the moment, alida got stuck with this dead guy. apparently, it is a routine in this office to get dead guy a bowl of cereal so alida goes into the kitchen and pours cereal and pours milk into the bowl and brings it out to the dead guy. then gerri comes back and tells alida "no no, you don't give him the regular cereal - it HAS to be the high-fiber cereal" so they go back to the kitchen to look for the high-fiber cereal in the cupboard only to realize that there are no more high-fiber cereal left. in the meantime, because alida didn't want the cereal she prepared to go to waste, she had eaten the cereal and so by the time gerri tells her "since we're out of high-fiber cereal i guess we can give him the normal one..." it was gone. not understanding this peculiar ritual of cereal feeding to a dead man, alida asks "so why do we have to feed dead man high-fiber cereal?" gerri answers "well," as she rolls back in her chair "you know how after they get a transplant they get constipated. and so this carries on after they die, so if we feed them high-fiber cereal, it will help them in the afterlife."
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