Bird is the Word
Whew, what a Thanksgiving weekend! I spent my four days off with my roommate and fellow Conn staff member Mitch "Put My Thang Down Mitch It and Reverse It" Herz. Since his family lives in Nebraska (apparently they are indeed human, though I was previously unaware that there were any non-corn species living anywhere in the state), it would be a major expenditure of time and money for him to travel home. So, he came to my parents house with me! Our journey began on Wednesday afternoon...
We met at our spacious (go with it) downtown New London apartment at around 3:00, changed from our business casual clothes into our casual clothes (I basically just changed my shoes), and loaded up my 2000 Toyota Camry (sweet ride). Once packed, we hit the road, cruising up majestic Route 395 at a brisk 72 mph. Our destination: Allston, MA (a.k.a. Hipster City, USA) for a Welcome to Florida concert at Harper's Ferry. In typical Boston fashion, we bumped into a Conn alum within 15 minutes of our arrival: Cornelius Hardenbergh '07 (shout-out). The show went great, but unfortunately Mitch and I had to get back on the road immediately afterwards and thus were unable to attend the afterparty (which may or may not have existed). An hour or so later, after trekking heroically through dense fog, we came to my hometown, beautiful Nashua, NH. For those of you who don't know, Nashua was twice voted by Money magazine as the #1 place to live in America; too bad I don't live there anymore. As usual, my parents prepared a delectable Thanksgiving meal; my dad cooks the turkey , and my mom does everything else (the gender politics in my parents' kitchen can be quite constricting). In addition to Mitch, the Reilly family was joined by one of my dad's Czech coworkers who was in America for a business trip and thus had no plans for the holiday. His name is Roddick, and he's about 6'7". Since I'm 6', Mitch 6'1", and my dad 6'4", I was hoping that one of the other families in the neighborhood would spontaneously stop by and challenge us to a pickup game of street hoops, but alas that didn't materialize. After dinner, Mitch, my brother, and I went to see that new Stephen King movie The Mist, which was easily the most depressing thing I've ever seen (second most depressing thing: Nate with a beard). The next day, I gave Mitch the Chris Reilly Childhood Driving Tour, after which we headed out to Portsmouth for another WTF show, which went swimmingly. Mitch was so impressed by the shows that he later told one of our fellow young Conn staff members that he now wants to be a rock star. On Saturday we returned to the Whaling City to decompress from a wild few days (or should I say "daze"? WOOOO! PARTY! Ugh, never mind).