England Pics . . . Take 3

These were all taken in the village of Beverly.   At this point I had met up with my Aunt, and so we got to ride over in her convertible.   We visited St. Mary’s cathedral and the Minster there.   Lewis Carroll attended services at St. Mary’s, so there is a little statue of the White Rabbit on one of the columns inside.   It used to be a market town, so there’s a nice square, and we had some lovely pub grub for lunch.

More England Pics

Man, I’m a slacker.  I’ve been home for almost two months, and I’ve only posted one round of pictures.  In my defense – I moved, Momser came for a visit, it was my birthday, I had strep throat, and I’m writing a wedding ceremony.  I’ve been a busy girl, and any or all of those could and should be their own entry. 

Anyway, here’s another round of pics from Day 2 in Manchester.  As always, click to enlarge.

How Have You Been Holding Up?

Are you alright? Did you miss me?

I’m back from my trip, and I’ll be posting all my adventures and pictures soon. But first, I have to go back to work today. Oh joy of joys. It’s not all that bad, really, but after over a week without email, I have about three to four hundred to go through this morning.

At least it’s free bagel Wednesday, though.

Cheers.

CSGL – Blowing This Taco Stand

So, I’m going on a little vacation to Northern England. I’m leaving this weekend. It’s sort of a solo trip, except I’ll be staying with and kicking it around with my aunt who lives there.

I’m going to be flying into Manchester, and spending some time there on my own, and then spending time around Yorkshire. I’m going to go to many pubs, many curry houses, and walk through many gardens.

There will be photos. All the photos.

And when I come back . . . . big changes.

I’m very excited for the next month or so. More to come.

Vida de una Chica Soltera y Loca

I haven’t written anything over the weekend, because I have been traveling again. On Friday night, Ripper and I went down to meet Elle’s band in Tijuana. It happened to be Elle’s birthday, and we thought it would be a lot of fun to spend the evening with her and the boys in the last place I thought I’d ever be.

We flew to San Diego, cabbed to the border, walked over the border, and then caught another cab to the club where the band was playing. The club was something. It apparently used to be a very large cinema, but there was a fire that gutted the place, and the roof was destroyed. They cleaned it up, put up a stage, and voila, an outdoor music venue. We kept saying how this would never happen in the states, because of all the insurance and permit issues.

The opening band was this local ska-punk band. I never did catch their name. It was pretty cool. By the time the band went on, I was feeling pretty damn good. The band played a rocking set, and we were all pumped. When the gig was over, we set out to paint the town and eat some tacos.

We stayed out until the sun was almost coming up. I feel confident that I have seen and done what there is to see and do in Tiajuana at five in the morning. As you may expect, it’s not pretty. It’s also not quite as bad as all that either. It’s almost comedic. I’m not going to go into the specifics, because I don’t see the point. It wasn’t scintillating nor was it scandalous. It was just Tijuana.

The next day, we hoofed it back to the border, and along the way, some some of the other sites of the city. Including a lot of junk for sale on carts, some art, some roving musicians, etc.

Over all, I’d say it was a great experience in that it was an experience. Something I had never seen before, something I couldn’t have seen elsewhere, and something I never thought I would see. I’m glad I’ve gotten to this point in my life, where I have the opportunities to be spontaneous, and to do these unexpected things.

I didn’t tell my family that I was going, but I called Momser afterwards and told her I’d been. She thanked me for not telling her so that she wasn’t worried.

I went, I saw, and I didn’t get mugged or arrested.

Also, I accidentally had a bit of the tap water and nothing bad happened to me.

No pictures with this one, ’cause those are just for me and my friends.

Road Trip Highlights

OK, so in summation about the road trip, here are some highlights and bullet points.

  • My little Honda Civic averaged about 40 miles per gallon
  • Number of pit stops on the trip home – 3, one at a Washington rest stop, one at a truck stop in Pissbreak, OR, and one at a truck stop in Wizzstop, CA
  • Total time to get home – 14 hours
  • 3 – the number of Go Jimmy Go songs heard in a juke box while in Seattle.  (And no, I didn’t pick them)
  • Number of times carded – 4
  • 1 new pair of Elvis shoes, 1 new pair of capris, 1 new hat, a bag of tee shirts and 1 new wallet bought for myself
  • Number of uncharacteristically self-aware epiphanies I had while I was alone for 14 hours on the road = 2
That was an awesome trip, but I don’t want to do it again any time soon.  My next trip is going to involve a plane ticket, for sure.
Pissbreak, OR