Saturday, December 30, 2006

New England

I've never been to the east coast before, so Kelly used to try and describe it to me so I'd know what it was like where she grew up. She'd tell me about all of the trees and the weird winding roads and everything, and I really had a hard time imagining a place where the houses were just built with woods surrounding them and no fences, so you could run through the forest in your backyard.

Well, now I'm here in Connecticut visiting her, so I see how everything is like she described. However, it didn't seem as strange as I'd thought just by the description. In fact, I recognized the place as we drove in to Danbury that first night: New England is where all of the horror movies take place.

That was a comforting realization as I was about to meet my girlfriend's family for the first time.

Trump

Is Donald Trump famous for anything? Isn't it just for being rich? Well we went to the Trump Tower in New York yesterday, and that place is a dump. I expected more out of a guy whose whole thing is being rich. Shouldn't the place be posh or something? Both the elevator and the escalator in the place were broken, and the little dining room we ate in was about as fancy as a Flying J. And all of the brass doesn't make it look expensive---no more than a mall food court, anyway.

Tuesday, December 05, 2006

C For Cookie