"We need to take this, ok?"
The nighttime receptionist didn't know what to say. I had just grabbed the poinsetta plant from her desk and before she could reply we were already halfway to the door.
"Well, I guess..."
They were almost used to us at the Dobie, the dorm my friends and I lived in. We were so well known from our hijinks that whenever something was awry, we got a knock on our door before anyone else was questioned.
Just a few minutes earlier we were convened in the hallway trying to decide what to do. Some of us wanted to go eat at IHOP, some of us wanted to cause mischief (guess which camp I was in?).
We compromised. We'd go camping in IHOP.
We got my tent and raided our friends' rooms for a couple small plants. Camping just isn't complete without nature.
"Hi. We need a table for six and room for our tent."
She thought we were kidding and showed us to our table. Our timing was perfect. Our waitress took our drink order, and as soon as she left we burst into action.
Tent poles were quickly connected together while the tent was unrolled and situated in the corner. Like a swift military operation we had the tent set up and decorated with plants in just a few minutes.
(how cute was I? I look like I'm about 10 even though I'm 18 here)
We gathered inside the tent with our menus, ready to order.
The waitress was not pleased.
"You can't eat in there."
"It's against our rules."
"You have rules against eating in tents?"
"Do you have rules against ordering in the tent?"
"Umm... I guess that's ok."
"Ok, how about drinking water in the tent?"
"That's fine. But you CAN'T eat in there."
Good enough. We drank our water and took a few pictures while we waited for the food.
I think the receptionist was surprised to get her poinsetta back.
Oh... and a bonus picture of me in a tux with my formal hat on at my friend Phil's wedding.
I finally arrived at the Manchester, New Hampshire airport around nine at night. We fly in there because it takes less time to get to my grandparents house in a Boston suburb from Manchester than it does from the Boston airport. Traffic and all that.
We were supposed to get there at five, but there was so much snow in Manchester that we had to divert to Boston, wait for the snow to pass, and then return to Manchester.
I actually like the delay, though. I love everything about traveling, including being stuck on a plane doing nothing. There's something very pleasant about being totally isolated from the rest of the world.
Since I'm already behind and since these cards have some kind of string holding them all together, I might as well post them all in one post.
Sunday 5 January 2014
Due to the weather conditions, my travel companions and I were stuck in the airport for several hours. We were freezing, and so were the planes. One of them thought that we would have to stay in a nearby hotel if the flight was cancelled (a good amount of them already were). After a while, we started talking about swimming. This leads to the strangeness you see on this card.
Monday 6 January 2014
We decided to kick of Mardi Gras season with the Joan of Arc Parade. Believing we would be escaping the cold weather, none of us were prepared for what hit us that night. After a day of volunteering in moderate conditions, we were not expecting this. The parade was a nice end to the day.