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We did our pumpkins today. Jen is much better than I am. I did the "stroke victim pirate skull" on the right.

To say we've had a lot of rain here this month would be an understatement. Bonnet Shores is now accessible only by boat.

If there's anything better than tax free liquor, I don't know what it is.

Thank you New Hampshire.

Dear Fox,

We love Tim McCarver's witty commentary and insightful analysis. He's the only reason we watch baseball.

Sincerely,

Nobody.

We went to see the New Pornographers in concert.

They played at the Roxy.

A lot of people were there.

The concert whupped a monkey's ass!

New POOORNOGRAPHERS!

NEW Pooooornographers!

Rock over London.  Rock on Chicago.

10/22/2005 - The day I got my black belt.

More on that later...

Fry Tax

You should know that Rhode Island has a steep fry tax. Those behind in their payments will be reported to the FryRS.

Dear Guy Sitting Next to Me Smelling Like a Brewery and Picking Your Nose,

Stop smelling like a brewery and picking your nose.

Sincerely,

Pat

COFFEE!

Ask your doctor if COFFEE is right for you.

Coffee Corner.

Oh Starbucks... You foul temptress... I thought we understood each other. I thought I could coast through the fall without any more trouble from you. I had gotten my fill of pumpkin spice lattes. I figured we were cool... No more seasonal beverages until Christmas, right? And then you come out with maple latte. Damn you!

Did you know I had a maple fetish? Or that I just can't lay off when I see the words "limited time only" up there on the board?

That's cold.

Where's Jim?

"Where's Jim today? Is he out sick?"

"No. Jewish."

You would think by the time I was 30 I'd be able to wash my hair without getting shampoo in my eyes.

But you'd be wrong.

Rhode Island: Where you can't afford any place you'd actually want to live.

And so... The Red Sox reign as world champions comes to an end. There will be no repeat. And I am reduced to rooting against the Yankees.

Only 85 more years!

Pat's Coffee of the Week:

Green Mountain Irish Cream.

I love sticking my nose in the bag and inhaling deeply. Probably my second favorite Green Mountain flavor.

Nice cock!

Cooperstown, NY

May 29th and 30th, 2005

After running around like crazy people for the week leading up to the wedding, we slowed things way down. We took an extra day to stop in Cooperstown on the drive back to Rhode Island. Unfortunately, the radio fuse in the car blew out, so we had a four-hour drive with no music. But this gave us a good chance to decompress and review everything we had just been through.
"Wow... We really pulled it off."

"Yeah."

There’s a reason you take a nice long vacation after your wedding. You’re exhausted. You need a chance to reset your brain. And you really don’t get to spend much time with your spouse in the week leading up to the wedding. It’s your first chance to actually see each other. A little road trip was a good way to shift gears.

The town of Cooperstown, New York is a beautiful place. Maybe you should go sometime, no?

We stayed at The Inn at Cooperstown. The building beautiful example of Second Empire architecture! (whatever that means...)

There's also that baseball thing. The whole town is geared around the Hall of Fame. It's not just about respecting the history of the game. It's about the colors.

"You going out without your hat?"

"Yeah, I should probably get it."

"You don't want to be seen without your gang colors."

"Right."

I estimate the crowd was 50% Yankee fans, 30% Red Sox fans, 10% Mets fans, and 10% other. I held my head up high in my red hat with the bright blue "B". Nobody messed with me. Especially the day after the Red Sox put the smack down on the Yankees.

We also ran into not one, but TWO groups of people we knew from our wedding at the Hall of Fame. Thanks guys. Newly married couples LOVE to feel like they're being followed...

We paid a visit to the Farmers' Museum before we left town. It’s kinda like Sturbridge Village, only in upstate New York. There’s olde time churches. Shops. A bunch of stone buildings. Barns. And animals that are happy to pose for pictures.


(Additional photography by J. Canole)