Connecticut is sort of backwoods
February 17, 2008 by smack
I think when I lived here I didn’t really think of it as so… remote. It’s remote. Yes there’s a Target, which is fabulous - but seriously - we went to Kent Falls and Bull’s Bridge and it’s interesting and all with some decent photo ops, but people… get SOMETHING out here. I think the main attraction is the Danbury Mall. Hey hey, it’s fine, I came out here for some rehab and what’s beautiful about that is I’m sitting in my parents HUGE living room in front of a fire in the fire place in front of their HUGE new Sony HDTV watching..
Daytona. Yes. The Daytona 500. i’ve already been to Target today where, while waiting for my dad to back the car out of the spot as we left, I noticed that everyone in CT… ok everyone in the Target was wearing ill fitting jeans on their big cornfed asses and sweatshirts. Not hoodies. Not zippy sweatshirts. Real, prints of dogs and deer, hoodless sweatshirts. If they weren’t wearing the CT uniform, they were dressed head to toe in exercise fashionwear. Probably purchased at Bob’s. I could say i’m not judging, but I’m sort of am and I know it. I’m sure they’re lovely people, but i felt thrown back in time. A time where people are surprised when a band has a black female drummer. I won’t say who said that.
I miss Factor. He’s snowboarding this weekend, which prompted my voluntary rehab. He called from the top of Okemo and it sounded like snot was flooding his upper lip and that he couldn’t feel it because his face was frozen. I miss that little feller. It sounds like he’s having a good time - but lets be honest, it would be more fun if I were there :-). Now I’m going to eat wings and maybe some beer while the rednecks driving in circles for 500 miles. Last night we had tilapia and the most fabulous salad ever. And today so for I’ve eaten entirely too much cheese.
Rehab is great.
I love how we’ve come full circle on sweatshirts - now it’s the “hoodless” ones that need specification. Did you see the sweatshirt with drawings of the same yippy dog from several angles? Always my favorite.
As for corn-fed asses and ill-fitting jeans….welcome to america. You just saw 90% of our population. God blessed america indeed. Pass the nachos.
Hey man, I’m from Ohio, I AM those people. I think I just remember thinking CT peeps were so much more fashionable. But then, doesn’t everyone look like poo in this weather?
Hell no everyone doesn’t look like poo. Something about the northeast makes people think it’s appropriate to wear matching track suits and yellow gold necklaces. You’re not Run DMC; you’re Larry, you’ve got three kids, two ex wives and you drive a Pontiac Montana mini-van.
not everyone needs to know my pre-op name was Larry. And how the hell did you get that information.
Sorry. It’s a gift. My trick knee tells me when it’s going to rain. My bum coccyx tells me the pre-op name of every tranny this side of Missouri.
I watched the entire Daytona 500. I did not wear a sweatshirt of any kind because it was 70 degrees in Manhattan and all my windows were open because I have no control over the heat in my apartment! I did not eat any corn. I DID eat key lime cookies from Target in Brooklyn.
You see we are basically the same everywhere.
XO!
Remember this?
remember what! you’re killing me with suspense!
you know, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you put a smiley face in a blog entry. something’s different about you…
hope those wings were good!