Show and Tell

Home again, home again, jiggety jag. Upon my return to Somerville, I was happy to discover that the kittens are now walking upright, opening doorknobs, and Mister Lady is writing her dissertation on micro-banking and female empowerment in Malaysia. So there's that.

Also jomilkman and my sister pulled a prank on me yesterday morning- when I got back to work, my desk was completely cleared out and jon told me the boss needed to see me. I fell for it, but I didn't really panic. At that moment, I was hungry enough to think to myself, "If I'm fired, I can get lunch right now." So there's also that.

I have a bunch of vacation pictures I'd like to post. Hopefully this won't be like Uncle Jesse's travel slideshow. "And here's me and the little woman in the ruins. I think they're Mayan ruins. Or maybe not."
Let's look at the trip chronologically.


When we got to Caracas, the bridge to the city was out, meaning a 4-hour drive on back country roads to get to our downtown hotel. The travel agency decided it would be better to put us in a cheaper hotel right by the airport. It wasn't the Hilton, but it was clean and functional like a youth hostel. Jesus, you should've heard the Nebraskans bitch. Our flamingly gay travel liason Alberto, said "Dios Mio, I think these people need to be at Disneyland!" This is the view from the deck of our supposedly shabby hotel room.


To drown the sorrow of staying in a two-star hotel, we made a beeline for the hotel bar, which was located next to the pool. Oh the agony.
For some reason beers in Venezuela are sized for Oompa-Loompas, little bottles about the size of a Juicy-Juice. I bet Ms. B would've felt like a giant.


After a few wormwood beers, I started having visions. I thought this girl from Staten Island was secreting sunshine.


We ate dinner that night at a seaside seafood restaurant. Here is sea siren Nicole, beckoning me to follow her to a watery grave.


Then she started dancing to a sea shanty of her own device. I suspect she ate some bad clams at dinner.


I felt pretty sure there was treasure hidden in this old castle across from our hotel. Nicole suggested 12:30 in the morning may not be the time to test my theory.


5:45 a.m., taking the 'Servicio Ejecutivo' van to the next phase of our vacation.