Massachusetts 2008 (with photos)
May 15, 2008

Somehow, I managed to make it home in one piece without any of my flights skidding off the runway or exploding in midair, and I was not slaughtered by terrorists. So, I suppose I can excuse the fact that my Monday flights were both decidedly LATE due to weather (first flight, 2 hours late…second flight, 7 hours late).

I’m home. That’s all that matters.

Stef and I spent a lot of lazy time together, just lounging around her house and watching movies and many many episodes of Trading Spouses, which is one of the most brilliant and completely frivolous reality TV shows ever.

Occasionally, we ventured out into the very Boho heart of western Massachusetts. And, you know, I really wish I had the energy to detail everything in typical humorous Amber fashion… Unfortunately, last night was my first night back to work, and I am absolutely exhausted. Not to mention I have had to suffer the sudden appearance of my period. Ugh. So you’ll have to be content with photos. And half-assed captions.


Stef and I in North Hampton. Though, since it is a close-up, you really can’t tell where the hell we are. But that is not the point. I say we are in North Hampton, so we are.


A really cool building with a statue garden out front.


Shops in downtown NoHo. I thought the buildings were neat.


NoHo City Hall.


Have I mentioned that I love military men? Hello, sailor!


Poet’s Seat Tower in Greenfield.


View from Poet’s Seat Tower.


Bridge of Flowers in Shelburne Falls.


Obligatory picture of Stef and me on the bridge.


Glacial potholes. We climbed across these geological wonders like monkeys and almost broke our ankles to get some cool pictures.


And then I noticed this. So, yeah, we probably should not be here, should we?


It says “No Parking Between Signs.” Somehow I don’t think that’s going to be a problem…

This concludes the photo tour of VACAY '08. Exit to the left and please watch your step.

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25 year-old blue collar chick living in the ass-backwards state of wild, wonderful West Virginia. I’ve worked lots of jobs, everything from retail whore to security guard to warehouse peon.

I’m a publishing poet, a coffee addict and a Dungeons & Dragons geek. If I was a lesbian, I would totally get it on with Kelly Clarkson. I've ridden bulls. Real ones. And a few cowboys. Yeehaw! I even dig country music.

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