Yesterday, I essayed the three-hourish roadtrip up to southern Maine with marykaykare (who is couch-surfing here for a few days on her whirlwind tour of the Northeast). We stopped along the way for (an enormous) brunch at The (infamous) Friendly Toast in Portsmouth New Hampshire, then visited Portland where (after some explorations prompted by missing the ferry because we couldn't find parking) joined yuki_onna and justbeast in their secret island holdfast. chang3002.met us on the ferry.

There was coffee and beer and lobster and blueberry dipping sauce and pasta salad and ice cream. And then we drove back. I think I left my glasses in the Island Citadel, though. Ooch.

Lobster + blueberries = some kind of Maine singularity, no?

( Look! Pictures! )



Scenic sunset over Portland

All in all, a highly satisfactory New Englandy day. I'm so lucky in where I live.

Now, I have to get up and shower and let the dog out, and check with MKK and then get to work on The White City. Because I took yesterday off, so I work today.

Boston Molasses Disaster of 1919.

Not to be confused with the London Beer Flood.