The first thing I noticed when I woke up on Day Twenty-Six was that the breakfast we'd ordered the night before as a congratulations for Mike (aka "I just wrote 366 stories in 366 days") was not, in fact, waiting for us outside our door. On the floor in its stead was our copy of the (absurdly high) charges for the room. Not nearly as delicious as an English muffin would have been, but we ate it anyway. On principle.Our trip up to Providence was quick and expensive: the total cost of tolls on roads and bridges was over $20. That's over twenty dollars for about 4 hours of driving. I hope New York, New Jersey and Connecticut understand that they just robbed us of 3 matinee showings of Iron Man.
Two excessively geeky detours (a stop to see the Long Island area where The Great Gatsby was set and a drive through Stamford, CT, the site of the kick-off for Marvel's Civil War comics series) and we were in Providence. A mere half hour of driving haphazardly lost through the one-ways and diagonals of this tiny capital city, and then we were pulling in to Finlandia Co-op. And it's got its decidedly co-op-ish feel, but it's friendly and there's a guest room on the top floor. Not to mention a tea house on the corner where Mike and I sat for a few hours today solving the world's problems with greater and greater efficiency as we grew more caffeinated. And not to mention my big brother downstairs. It's going to be an awesome next few days.
Today we listened to: the very last words of On the Road, and a string quartet version of Maroon 5's "Secret" playing amidst equally random selections from the speakers in a cafe.
Mystery words: "Turn right at the blinking hand."
Mike's taking a break today. But catch up & comment on some of the 366 stories you may have missed: astoriedyear.blogspot.com (there's some real goodies in March)
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You start off a blarg that way, and then fail to include even ONE pun? We want bad puns! We want bad puns!
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