First of all, I have to preface this post with a thank you to Trader Joes. Without the full-timers trying to get me to quit by only giving me 2 shifts this week, I would never have been able to find the time to have this mini-vacation. (It also proves to me that they cannot fire me for cause... very valuable information).
The Saturday Experience: I went out to western Mass to attend the Samurai Picnic. This is the first year that I have been able to see the whole thing. I got to see the Ronins, some demos from different techniques, a kendo tournament, and some ground-fighting. Because of my recent health (the miscarriage, and now a cold from hell) I didn't participate but it was really fun seeing them beat the shit out of one another.
The Ronins also dished on all the information about Berkshire Hills Ryu... Some things I think I expected to discover, and others were just revolting. I am officially a Ronin now, and I am going kokikai.
I also got to experience my first keg stand. Not that it was something that I ever wanted to do, but if the 70 year old could do it... well shit. It cleared my sinuses pretty well when that carbonated beer went through my nose... I must say that it is really funny seeing that many old guys that drunk... it's a sight I'm not going to forget any time soon.
The Sunday Experience was also pretty exciting, starting with a little visitor in my shower. I'm blind as a bat, so when I hop into a shower, I can't tell if there is anything hiding in there. I'm getting my hair wet when I see this little brown thing scurry to one side of the tub. I scream and jump to the side as it runs toward me. Poor Scott is afraid I've burned myself or something, but isn't about to find out with a naked girl in his bathroom. I run and get my towel and my glasses to inspect the thing which turns out to be a very scared, very wet little mouse. After getting halfway decent, I let Scott in to take care of it. It was quite the adventure for first thing in the morning.
After checking in with Stan, to see if he survived the night of drinking and merry making, Scott took me for my first ever bike ride. We went into New York to check out a flea market. Unfortunately, it is the end of the season, so there wasn't much to look at, but the ride was definitely worth it.
Pretty soon, it was time for me to catch my train, but this was to be another adventure. In true Amtrak tradition, my train was to be 11+ hours late. I managed to hitch a lift with some folks who decided to cancel their ticket and drive in. I am ever grateful to them for allowing me to do that. It was a pretty good time too. One thing is for sure, I am never ever going to take Amtrak again. This is the second time that something this stupid has happened and they won't do shit for their customers. This has been the only time I've regretting not having my car. But there is nothing I can do but boycott the train. It's not very much, but its something.
Now it's back to the real world for me... Going to work drugged up on Dayquil and hoping to get through today at least.
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