October 25, 2004
Cool Colonists Wear Shades
On Friday night, Beth and I sat in the lovely Washington rush-hour traffic (Aside #1: That was sarcasm. The traffic wasn’t lovely In fact, it sucked.), escaped the city and fled to Colonial Williamsburg (Aside #2: I use the word colonial here on purpose. If you’re a Virginia resident and try to get away with just saying Williamsburg they send the Redcoats to pillage your home after which they either hang you or beat you about the head with a musket and dump you in the James River. Yes, people around here are that serious about their colonial history.) After a few
years hours of sitting on the parking lot that is Interstate 95, we finally made it to our hotel and hooked up with the in-laws. Dinner, and later sleep, was acquired and all was right with the world once again.
Saturday morning saw a break in the miserable weather. It took a couple of minutes to identify that shiny thing in the sky but there was indeed sun! After a mind-numbingly bad cup of coffee in the hotel, we went in search of a) a good cup of coffee and b) colonial shit. We did what you’re supposed to do in Colonial Williamsburg (Aside #3: See that, Virginia? I used the full name!), mainly walked around the authentic colonial town, saw people in authentic colonial get-ups, watched people work in authentic colonial ways making authentic colonial stuff, stepped in authentic colonial horse poop. It was all very…how should I say this…authentic and colonial. And we all had a very good time. Of course, by the end of the day, we ruined the authentic colonial feel by going to a wonderful Indian restaurant.
Yesterday morning, the weather, having cut us some slack the previous day, returned to its temperamental self. We woke up at the authentic crack of dawn, got in our horseless carriage and high-tailed it home. Why? Friday afternoon I was kindly informed that I had to deliver a large presentation today. Gotta love that! We made it home and I worked.
The most amusing part of the weekend? Well, that had nothing to do with Williamsburg (oh shit, here come the Redcoats!). Let’s do a little math…
Let X equal: You all remember what I was doing this time last week, right?
Let Y equal: Last week, Beth and I had this thing going. We’d basically come up with amusing little limericks for each other. Mine were only marginally amusing because I was trying to write them at 5-something in the morning. That is not an hour at which its conducive to write anything witty. Beth, realizing that I’d be home immediately after completing last Monday’s main mission (X) left me a very funny and very crude piece of poetry. I loved it. I loved it so much, I hung it on the fridge.
Let Z equal: Since we were away, I convinced my parents to come feed our cats. Which of course involved retrieving items from said fridge.