Last weekend Pete and I escaped. Like, six states away escaped. "Fun" is not enough to describe this trip. We had so many uninterrupted conversations it was like we were dating again. We even took an unplanned side trip to the beach and didn't even look at our watches the whole time!
And the other thing that made it so much fun? My boys were in heaven, a.k.a. my mom's and sister's homes. Having the time of their lives. According to mom and sis, they never cried once and bedtimes went smoothly and no whining for mom and dad.
(Little do they know this bit of information just bought our boys a few more vacations at Grandma/Aunt Camp.)
Anyway, our trip took us to a wedding in Connecticut. We stayed in picturesque Mystic, home of the famed Mystic Pizza (rent it tonight, the volume of Julia Roberts hair back then is worth another look).
These signs were everywhere upon our arrival in New York City. However, I want to know if "suspicious activity" includes the guy next to me on the plane watching Looney Tunes cartoons on his DVD player for two hours solid. Freakazoid...
Apparently we stopped at the safest beach in Connecticut.
The Mystic River was quaint, boats were quaint, homes along the river were quaint. I think I could have written poetry or a romance novel right then and there.
Hindsight's 20/20: I should have told Pete to call me "Daisy" while we were ordering our pizza...
A beautiful venue to attend a wedding...
...but this looked like a lot more fun.
Cool pics. Did you also remember that Kevin Bacon movie "Mystic River"?
No! Guess I need to rent that one...
Matt Damon had one line in that movie - one of the first he was in.
John Mayer is from Connecticut ...
"Mystic Pizza," that is.Haven't seen "Mystic River."
I really gotta rent that movie! Didn't know Matt Damon was in it!
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