What to do for New Year's Eve?? Always the question of the year for most social bugs. Expectations have usually surpassed the actual events of the evening but the night is best spent with good friends and family. If you are new to this blog.....I am in Massachusetts and I have no friends! Well I take that back, Ally is here in MA, but she was busy for NYE weekend. Ally did manage to make it to Worcester on Wednesday night for the Holiday Bowl game, go Huskers!! :) As of Thursday morning, eve day, I still was not for sure what I was going to do for my 3 day weekend. I was tired from the night before, it began to snow around 10am, and then the phone call around 3:30 from my renters letting me know that my furnace was broken at my home in KC for the second time this week!! AHHHH, 2009 go away!
With a little coaxing from Ally I headed up to Maine. I had been to Kennebunk 3 times during this traveling assignment but I had never actually stayed in the town. I would just selfishly stroll through town, stop at Bartley's for my baked stuff lobster, and leave for a "more exciting" city to stay. Well the guys at the restaurant kept bragging about this jacuzzi suite at the hotel down the street, so this weekend I decided to book it! After checking into this amazing room at the King's Port Inn I quickly scurried down to Bartley's to see my "friends" and celebrate the eve 2009's end. Coming back to Kennebunk is probably similar to what a movie star feels like stepping out onto the red carpet.....the shock, surprise, evaluation of outfit choice, pictures, cheers....hugs, beers and lobster! The turn of the evening left me stranded at a local pub basically babysitting the foreign exchange student from Brazil that I simply couldn't understand anyway but let alone in a loud place. The strike of 12 could not have come any sooner and shortly there after I made my break for the hotel! I went to bed feeling quite lonely and disappointed at my travel choice and vowed to wake up and return to Worcester or at least a more lively location.
Woke up for continental breakfast, which always includes hard boiled eggs around here. Brought it back to the suite and ate breakfast in my king sized bed with elaborate dark wood antique bedposts, watching the TV resting on an antique dark wood chest of drawers. Then decided to take a swim in the jacuzzi prior to packing up my things. As I lay there in the jacuzzi, pondering my new start for 2010, I decided that staying in a jacuzzi suite for the first 3 days of the year is not the worst thing I could dream up. So, out of the tub I went and back to bed until 2:30 pm guiltily watching keeping up with the Kardashian's reruns! I finally coaxed myself out of bed mainly because I was hungry, but I headed out into the snow with a really bad map. I went west on hwy 9 when I was thinking of headed east, but none the less I found the ocean quite quickly. I have never seen the shores covered in snow, it was really beautiful with the large rocks and crashing waves. I scoped out some beach front property, a lighthouse or too, the harbor in Biddeford and then realized that it had been snowing for a while now and it was getting dark. I started back to Kennebunk going well under the speed limit but then found myself on the wrong side of the road facing traffic and headed for the ditch! Well obviously I didn't slide off into the ocean and die because I am writing this blog.
Showered up at the hotel and was headed out to Bartley's when I got a phone call. It was one of the guys from the restaurant apologizing for leaving me with Gustavo the night previous and wishing that I had not left. I said, "well you are in luck because I am right down the street still and see ya in a bit, order me the baked stuffed lobster please!" Quite possibly the best lobster yet was the beginning to quite possibly one of the most fun nights I've had in a while! As we headed from the restaurant to the pub, I was led through the winterized boats up on land, I stopped next to a boat rotter that was about twice my height. Jon says...."come on Kansas." I say, "ummm we are definitely not in Kansas anymore!" I mean where else do you walk right through a line of whale watching boats in about 1ft of snow without any mention of the fact that this may be out of the ordinary. Well that would be Maine! The night was so amazingly fun just being kiddish and not worrying about expectations or all of the "supposed to's" in life. It's also getting to know new friends. I forgot how much I craved getting to know people and sharing all of those stories that you never tell anymore because everyone already knows them.
The next day we ended up all back at the same restaurant having the same amount of laughs. I was invited to go with Jon to his family's home in Biddeford to meet his dogs and family. Fortunately for me his mother is Thai, which happens to be my favorite cuisine, and she happened to have food in the fridge for us! From there we made our way through a lot of snow to Jon's best buddy's house, Jake. Now if there were ever a group of people that were meant to be friends, it was us three! From the second we all were together laughter, story telling, sarcasm became our way of conversing. We went back into Kennebunk back through the boats to the pub to play some pool, eat animal crackers and laugh until we were certain our cheeks were going to fall off. I know that some of you, mainly my Aunt Pat, encourage my descriptive writing however I cannot in any words describe the fun that was had by all of us. We could not believe it, all three of us were completely mesmerized by how well we all got along. We made plans for the future, plans to save the word, plans to get rich, plans to meet again.
The impending doom lingered in the air the next day of me having to return to Massachusetts. We all sat at the restaurant mulling around, giggling as usual. Then there were glances or words mumbled that expressed the sadness of the parting trio. Around 3pm it began to snow furiously and the time had come. Hugs, kisses, smiles and promises to return as quickly as possible led me to my truck as I drove away from quite possibly the best 48 hours. We all had said that this was truly the best start to a new year that anyone could dream up, however there will be few weekends in 2010 that stand a fighting chance to be as great. There are things that happen when you least expect them and there are things that never happen when you expect them the most. There are things that are withheld from your life that you hope for with all your might and then there are things that you never hope with end. There are also those times that you cherish the most that if tried to be reenacted, they would never measure up! Cheers to 2010, may it be spent with the same laughter and same vigor as spent in Maine!
With a little coaxing from Ally I headed up to Maine. I had been to Kennebunk 3 times during this traveling assignment but I had never actually stayed in the town. I would just selfishly stroll through town, stop at Bartley's for my baked stuff lobster, and leave for a "more exciting" city to stay. Well the guys at the restaurant kept bragging about this jacuzzi suite at the hotel down the street, so this weekend I decided to book it! After checking into this amazing room at the King's Port Inn I quickly scurried down to Bartley's to see my "friends" and celebrate the eve 2009's end. Coming back to Kennebunk is probably similar to what a movie star feels like stepping out onto the red carpet.....the shock, surprise, evaluation of outfit choice, pictures, cheers....hugs, beers and lobster! The turn of the evening left me stranded at a local pub basically babysitting the foreign exchange student from Brazil that I simply couldn't understand anyway but let alone in a loud place. The strike of 12 could not have come any sooner and shortly there after I made my break for the hotel! I went to bed feeling quite lonely and disappointed at my travel choice and vowed to wake up and return to Worcester or at least a more lively location.
Woke up for continental breakfast, which always includes hard boiled eggs around here. Brought it back to the suite and ate breakfast in my king sized bed with elaborate dark wood antique bedposts, watching the TV resting on an antique dark wood chest of drawers. Then decided to take a swim in the jacuzzi prior to packing up my things. As I lay there in the jacuzzi, pondering my new start for 2010, I decided that staying in a jacuzzi suite for the first 3 days of the year is not the worst thing I could dream up. So, out of the tub I went and back to bed until 2:30 pm guiltily watching keeping up with the Kardashian's reruns! I finally coaxed myself out of bed mainly because I was hungry, but I headed out into the snow with a really bad map. I went west on hwy 9 when I was thinking of headed east, but none the less I found the ocean quite quickly. I have never seen the shores covered in snow, it was really beautiful with the large rocks and crashing waves. I scoped out some beach front property, a lighthouse or too, the harbor in Biddeford and then realized that it had been snowing for a while now and it was getting dark. I started back to Kennebunk going well under the speed limit but then found myself on the wrong side of the road facing traffic and headed for the ditch! Well obviously I didn't slide off into the ocean and die because I am writing this blog.
Showered up at the hotel and was headed out to Bartley's when I got a phone call. It was one of the guys from the restaurant apologizing for leaving me with Gustavo the night previous and wishing that I had not left. I said, "well you are in luck because I am right down the street still and see ya in a bit, order me the baked stuffed lobster please!" Quite possibly the best lobster yet was the beginning to quite possibly one of the most fun nights I've had in a while! As we headed from the restaurant to the pub, I was led through the winterized boats up on land, I stopped next to a boat rotter that was about twice my height. Jon says...."come on Kansas." I say, "ummm we are definitely not in Kansas anymore!" I mean where else do you walk right through a line of whale watching boats in about 1ft of snow without any mention of the fact that this may be out of the ordinary. Well that would be Maine! The night was so amazingly fun just being kiddish and not worrying about expectations or all of the "supposed to's" in life. It's also getting to know new friends. I forgot how much I craved getting to know people and sharing all of those stories that you never tell anymore because everyone already knows them.
The next day we ended up all back at the same restaurant having the same amount of laughs. I was invited to go with Jon to his family's home in Biddeford to meet his dogs and family. Fortunately for me his mother is Thai, which happens to be my favorite cuisine, and she happened to have food in the fridge for us! From there we made our way through a lot of snow to Jon's best buddy's house, Jake. Now if there were ever a group of people that were meant to be friends, it was us three! From the second we all were together laughter, story telling, sarcasm became our way of conversing. We went back into Kennebunk back through the boats to the pub to play some pool, eat animal crackers and laugh until we were certain our cheeks were going to fall off. I know that some of you, mainly my Aunt Pat, encourage my descriptive writing however I cannot in any words describe the fun that was had by all of us. We could not believe it, all three of us were completely mesmerized by how well we all got along. We made plans for the future, plans to save the word, plans to get rich, plans to meet again.
The impending doom lingered in the air the next day of me having to return to Massachusetts. We all sat at the restaurant mulling around, giggling as usual. Then there were glances or words mumbled that expressed the sadness of the parting trio. Around 3pm it began to snow furiously and the time had come. Hugs, kisses, smiles and promises to return as quickly as possible led me to my truck as I drove away from quite possibly the best 48 hours. We all had said that this was truly the best start to a new year that anyone could dream up, however there will be few weekends in 2010 that stand a fighting chance to be as great. There are things that happen when you least expect them and there are things that never happen when you expect them the most. There are things that are withheld from your life that you hope for with all your might and then there are things that you never hope with end. There are also those times that you cherish the most that if tried to be reenacted, they would never measure up! Cheers to 2010, may it be spent with the same laughter and same vigor as spent in Maine!
Becky, Could you please send some of that baked lobster back here to NE? It sounds delicious. Have fun and maybe you'll go back up there for your birthday.
ReplyDeleteLove, Aunt Barb