Day 9

GOOD MORNING CONNECTICUT! Today I woke up around 11:30, rearing to go, because today was the day I got picked up by the gang. I was told they would arrive at my friend Andrew’s house in Newtown, Connecticut at 1 to grab me before heading out to Fink’s house on Nantucket.

After staring into space for a couple minutes, I roused myself and walked into the kitchen to find my host and friend Andrew already showered and dressed. At least, I think he was showered. For those of you who don’t know him, Andrew has perpetually immaculate hair so you can never tell... He was definitely dressed.

Together we made a breakfast of cereal, sausage, and eggs while jamming to a little Regina. We decided to go with scrambled, after we botched making poached eggs the day before (we ended up frying them. probably would have helped to have had some idea of how to make them). As we ate, I looked out into the yard and smiled. Another day of balmy blue skies. Unfortunately, If my iphone was to be trusted, my time of 75 degree weather would be up upon leaving Newtown. Eager to squeeze everything I could from my last perfect day, I texted Fink to see if they’d be up for tossing around a little disc... sling some fris... slap some d... and he quickly replied that they would. 

With that news in mind, I began my preparations. It felt good to lose myself in the predictable busy work of folding laundry. Shortly after noting my pleasure, I realized that I always enjoy doing chores, and yet I always postpone them or neglect them entirely. Hmm. Sorry, mom. Love you.

As usual, I finished my work only a little while before I had to. In what felt like no time at all, Andrew’s mom- wonderful woman- said my friends were here and I stepped outside with my monstrous suitcase and backpack. Lo and behold, there was the gang standing in front of the car with giant grins on each of their faces. Could have been an Abercrombie ad if they’d had better clothing. And if they weren’t sunburnt. And if they were taller, had better hair and an aryan look to them. Other than that, definitely could have been an Abercrombie ad. 

Anyway, I gratefully greeted and embraced my models and we headed to the park for some frisbee action. Highlights: Rizzo’s catching, a behind the back throw from Fink, Nick boxing out Rizzo like nobody’s business (don’t know how he managed that), and me bounding like a australian shepherd with ADD. They thought I had too much energy, but let me ask you: if it’s 75 degrees, sunny, and the last day of warm weather for at least a week, who had the wrong amount of energy? 

Yea, that’s what I thought.

Next, Andrew took us to a favorite local deli of his. Mess fell in love with his sandwich and decided to get a second one even though when i had asked earlier what the criteria was for our eatery he only said, “inexpensive.” Subsequent text, “*super inexpensive.” 

Once lunch was done, I thanked Andrew for having me, then we loaded into the car for our 4 hour drive to Nantucket. Only a couple minutes into the ride, one of the great mysteries of the trip was laid bare for me. Parents, I’m sure you’ll appreciate this. Call me maybe is a song. It is the theme of the trip. For those of you who are curious, please follow this link. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fWNaR-rxAic&ob=av2e Gotta love youtube ads. Shout out to William Marsden, we did your dance move.

Despite the energized start, everyone except for Fink (thank you for driving) and I konked out after 20 minutes. Second revelation of the trip: Rizzo is a very active sleeper. She was visibly sprinting in her sleep. Heavy breathing, arms and legs pumping and everything. Oh, but first we played some Sound of Music (lonely goatherd what whaaat). Yep, I had arrived.

Time flew, and in a short while we were picking up provisions at a grocery store near the ferry. Along with a lot of dairy products- turns out we really like cheese- and some other items, Mess convinced us that a cosmo would be worth a dollar apiece. We were skeptical, but his dramatic readings in the car and aboard the ferry soon proved our doubt unfounded. After we’d burned through cosmo, we moved onto settlers, which mess won. We were all astonished. 

An hour later we arrived in nantucket and drove to Fink’s gorgeous summer house, where we opened up a bottle of wine and Nick treated us to a lovely midnight dinner of pesto pasta and chicken. Talented chef, that one; I see a voluptuous wife in his future. 

Because our dinner was so late and our company so good, we stayed up talking until 5 in the morning. I thought I might be disappointed with my decision the next morning, but I’m not. I couldn’t be more pleased with my initiation into the trip.

-Boca 

Shout out to Lowy. Hope you liked that.