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November 06, 2005
the spirits of 1776
In Rhode Island, one must purchase one's alcoholic beverages in a separate place from where you get the rest of your provisions. These places are called "package stores" or "packies" for short. The packy closest to us is called 1776 and the employees all dress as revolutionary soldiers. Well, just kidding about the soldiers but not the name. Because it is a bit of a drive for us to go there, we tend to make some fanfare when we arrive if the Bean is with us. The result is that now whenever we drive by it, he gasps and yells "Booze House!" This pleases us.
We took advantage of today's glorious New England weather to drive past the Booze House to one of the fricking coolest beaches ever. The waves were crashing, there were a billion rocks for my wacko kid to throw into the ocean for hours on end, and the water was filled with SURFERS totally ripping it up on some major waves. I grew up in New England and yet until today had no idea that these waters were surfable. The one drag was that my camera was out of batteries so no pictures for you (or me).
I've been walking in the mornings before I barricade myself in the house to work and I still can't quite believe the gorgeousness of this area. The beaches and the leaves and the crumbling stone walls etc. However, we still have yet to meet or even see anyone that is remotely, um, like us. I told my friend (from Seattle, waa waa! Friends, move here!) that I was thinking of starting a tree-hugging, gay-loving drinking club for sardonic atheist commies, you know posting a flyer in the local Starbucks just for a lark. I'm sure that would go over really well with the lock-jawed boating set. Really, lighten up Rhodies! It's a short life and a fun one filled with lots of nice beaches.
The other day I picked the Bean up from daycare and drove home a different way, a route that took us over a bridge that traversed a salt marsh. The sun was setting over a white church at the end of the bridge and the water on both sides was flat and filled with swans. The Bean started yelling "Oh! This! This!", which is what he says when he wants to say something but doesn't yet know the word. He was pointing to the sky, which was shot through with pink and gold. I told him "sunset". He was quiet for a second then said "Pretty."
You're right, little boy. It is pretty.
Posted by Max at November 6, 2005 12:58 AM
Comments
The last paragraph just about gave me goose bumps....isn't it WONDERFUL tho?
Posted by: Weetzie at December 20, 2005 10:41 AM