We’re heading up to the cottage for a long weekend this afternoon. We had talked about maybe flying into Cleveland, but given this morning’s events, I’m glad we decided to drive.
All of the pictures from California are up in the gallery. They’ve been broken down into subalbums to make your life a little easier. The new version of the gallery is great, so check it out.
We’re just about finished preparing to get ready for our trip. Layering pieces — light sweaters, tshirts, hiking shoes, camera bag, new luggage…
No international trip this Birthday/Anniversary. We’ve done New York, then Montreal, and this year California. Hopefully next year we’ll be able to go back to Switzerland (where we Honeymooned) for the big 5th anniversary.
We’re going, well, I hesitate to call it cliche, but we aren’t doing anything ground-breaking on our trip to California. We’re going to San Francisco, renting a convertible and driving to Napa valley then up the coastal highway. It should be good though. I’m planning on taking a whole lot of photos.
We had thought about going up to Portland to see my brother and his family who just moved there, but there just wasn’t enough time. We’ll see them soon enough though.
Originally, I set out for an afternoon coffee and Brendan was going to tag along. The little coffee shop/bookstore across the road from the cottage was closed, so it was into Geneva. Then we decided that we should go someplace that Brendan had never been before — which left bars. Annie’s (aka the biker hangout) was his first choice, but unfortunately it’s no more and the new bar in its place seemed to be a college/frat boy bar. So we skipped it and went to the Swiss Chalet instead. The place is really large. One long bar along the side made of dark wood, with chrome and red vinyl barstools. The clientele averaged at about 50 years old. I ordered a Jack & Ginger and Brendan a Miller Lite in the bottle. The total? Five dollars. Beautiful. Here, my drink alone would cost about that!
After a few minutes an older (natch) gentleman sat down next to Brendan and ordered a Bud (draft). His bill came to $1.35. Not a Happy Hour special or anything, that was just the price. He then went on to tell us this story about the time Benny Goodman played the Chalet. It was humorous, he started out trying to put Benny Goodman into context for us. He started out with Elvis as a cultural reference, then looked at us again and was searching for another, more recent, one when we assured him we knew who Benny Goodman (and Elvis) was.
There was a band coming on in about an hour after we arrived, but we didn’t stick around for very long. We could have gotten into a lot of trouble with the $40.00 we probably had in cash at the time.
We’re home. All in one piece, too. There are a few photos up on flickr of our side trip to the Spillway at Lake Pymatuning in Pennsylvania. So many carp. Brendan had told me that there were going to be a lot of them, fighting over food, but never in my wildest dreams could I have imagined so many fish. It was gross. But I couldn’t not look and take photos. The pictures don’t really do it justice. It’s definitely something to see.
We’re off to the lake after work today.
Yay, to not working tomorrow.
Boo, to traffic on I270 and I70.
Grand Canyon/Pheonix/Sedona or Northern California?
[UPDATE: California won out this time. We’ll hit Arizona and the Canyon later on. I’m so totally excited. Now I’ve just got to wait until the end of August…]