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Salem: A Story I Just Made Up

Paul and I went to Salem. It was cold so we had to buy hats.

Then we were witches.

Then we went to jail (but not Paul because it was a small space and he gets claustrophobic).

So they sent us to the stocks.

And then we were pirates.

THE END

Lizzie Borden's the Photo Log

I know it's been quite awhile since my last posting. I am pleased to show you the photos from out Haunted Vacation.
The day started out by waking up at 6:00 in the morning to catch our bus. Neither of us are morning people, so I explained to Paul that we were just making his birthday last extra long.

We rolled into Providence, RI and quickly made our way to the car rental place where we picked up a cute little VW. Since Paul can't drive, yours truly was ready to play pilot.

Truth be told Paul is a terrible co-pilot. It wasn't long before we were completely lost, but fortunately it was his birthday so I wasn't allowed to get mad.
After a quick call to the bed and breakfast we were back on our way with the correct directions.
Yay! This is our right exit. We're going to Fall River! How boring does that sound?

And we successfully made it to Lizzie Borden's

Shortly after we arrived Paul had a quick shower. While he was gone I got on my computer to let everyone know we had arrived. As I was busy typing away I felt something jump on my foot. I yelped and looked down to find this little guy. Scary.

A picture of the murder next to the bed.

Me lying in the murder spot.

This is the couch where Lizzie's father was axed in his sleep.

A picture of Paul in the maid's room. I think a ghost got in the way. Tee hee.

Apparently you can see a face on the wall in this picture. I don't know.

We played Cranium to help us stay awake. It didn't really work.
Me wearing my "I Survived the Night" t-shirt. a very proud moment.

Which Witch Museum?

Toilets, Toilets Making Paul Feel at Home

We are currently staying at Lizzie Borden's. We weren't allowed to film the tour, and apparently I left all my hookups at home.

Please enjoy the following videos for the time being. There will be more later.

Irish Eyes Are Smiling

So, I'm ready to restart the blogging process. Having lived through my college and post-education drama, I am ready to throw off the personas and start blogging under me.

So welcome to my world: The Quarter Life Diaries.

To start off the blogging process we will begin with a much needed vacation from the work world. This week of fun and birthdays began in the most boring way possible after a weekend of celebration: with a trip to the eye doctor. Lucky for me the doctor was nervous due to an ulcer from years past so he decided to dilate. This of course leaving me looking higher than a kite and blinder than the new governor of New York. Thankfully my good friend Paul was around to play knight in shining armor as I blindly wandered the streets of the UES. Unfortunately, I had birthday business to attend to in Times Square and my huge pupils were not in the mood to go crowd tackling. So we decided that we should have lunch at our favorite neighborhood diner.

Luckily for the red-headed Paul he is often mistaken for Irish which works out to be pretty awesome around this time of year.

Shortly after we were seated our favorite waiter came by and asked if we would like a pint a Guinness. Not being a beer drinker myself I quickly responded that I was good, but Paul would definitely like one. I responded so quickly that I didn't even realize that it was only 1:00 in the afternoon when I was trying to make Paul drunk. But then again we're on vacation.

Paul ordered a stereotypical Irish breakfast of Bangers and Mash. Shortly after its arrival to the table he looked around at the table and said "Coffee, Guinness, and beans.... you're lucky you're taking a two-hour break from me." After the Irish lunch and a bit of parade watch I left the UES to battle the drunken crowds of Times Square with my still dilated eyes. I elbowed and body-slammed my way through the crowds of small children in Toy R Us for the perfect combination of presents for Paul's big 25th birthday.

Making it out in record time I returned to the UES where while waiting for the walk signal to come on at a corner a certain ginger boy turned up on my left. Not having finished creating the perfect gift I told Paul he was not allowed to talk to me while a ran away to the safety of Barnes and Nobel.

My gift of travel games and snacks for the bus was so awesome I couldn't keep it a secret any longer. I told Paul he had to open it right away.

Long story short I am AWESOME. The gifts were well worth a trip to Times Square and now we are ready for a super vacation.
We ended the evening by eating St. Patty's Day bagels and playing Scrabble and Travel Guitar Hero.

NEXT TO COME: LIZZIE BORDEN'S BED AND BREAKFAST