Stop playing with your fucking unibrow. You look like an asshole.

Day 33 Thursday October 10 (and the following week)

Today we flew from Dublin to New York, took a train to Grand Central Station, had dinner in NYC at our favorite buffet and took a train to New Haven to stay with a friend, Melissa, we had never actually met in person. And that was the beginning of a most unexpectedly delightful week. Melissa and I “met” when I rented her apartment in Brooklyn for a vacation in 2005. Some years later we ended up Facebook friends and then I got the urge to stop in new haven on our way back to Arizona. She was totally down with that, so here we are!

Melissa has a super cute renovated house in New Haven. She made up her sofa bed with shit tons of pillows and blankets so we slept in this great nest all week. And the whole week was just – coffee, breakfast and conversation in the morning, relaxing days, and cooking + wine + more conversation at dinner and late into the night.

To top it all off, our fantastic friend Sarah is temporarily living in New Haven and we got to spend all kinds of time with her.

Highlights of New Haven:

-a day trip to New York City
-Cinnamon roll french toast at the pantry
-The garlic festival
-Sarah giving me a copy of The Holographic Universe
-Walking around the Yale campus
-pizza at Frank Pepes
-Harold the dog
-galavanting around Boston with Sarah
-Leaning against Paul Reveres house talking about catheters and dick cheese
-Brunching in Worcester talking about low hanging ballsacks dipped in poop.

While siting at Frank Pepes I asked Kris to go find out where the bathroom was because I hate aimlessly wandering looking for the toilet. He said, “Why? Why? Why? But why? You’re a grown ass woman.”

I burped at lunch and Kris said, “That was HIGHLY inappropriate. Those people looked over at you.”

Katie: why did you have to grab, like, my one white t shirt to use as a cum rag? I have a shit ton of black ones. You need to wash this skank cum shirt right away.
Kris: It’s not as skank as the dirty ass underwear.
Katie: You mean your pair of underwear that I’ve been wearing for two days?
Kris: No. I mean my underwear that I have t changed since we arrived in Connecticut.

“Stop playing with your fucking unibrow. You look like an asshole.”

Katie: (sings Whitney Houston)
Kris: Oh my god. Stop singing that song. Stop. Just stop it.
Katie: If you keep me talking I won’t sing. Talk to me. Ask me anything, anything at all.

Looking at a Tumblr porn page:
Katie: That’s a nice dick.
Kris: that’s a big fucking circumcised piece of shit. That’s not a nice dick. At all.

Katie: You skip around a lot when you’re walking.
Kris: I just like to stay on my toes.
Katie: I’m gonna call you skipper.
Kris: great. Call me skipper. Skipper Cheese Dick.

Sarah’s “I didn’t realize a Carmel Apple latte had coffee in it” face

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Brunch at The Pantry

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Street theater in new haven

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Pizza at frank pepes

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Autumn in Connecticut

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Breakfast in London, Dinner in Dublin

Day 32 Wednesday October 9th London & Dublin

This morning we walked through Greenwich Park and had lunch at a lovely french cafe before flying to Dublin:

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Our airbnb hosts in Dublin were fantastic- they are super into natural health and healing and we had a lot to talk about.

That night we had dinner at a totally classic Dublin pub. It was dark lit by candles and fireplaces, there was a beautiful wood bar, big chandeliers, it was way cool. The food was fantastic: Guinness pie and seafood chowder. And Kris had a house brewed beer:

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Tub & Toast

Day 5 Dublin Thursday September 12, 2013

8:30am land at the Dublin airport. Long line at passport check. We didn’t sleep on the plane, but we’re functioning.

9:30am we’ve stored our bags at the airport (totally worth the $15) and are on the bus into the city center. got the seats on the upper level of the bus right in the front row looking out the huge window.

10am in downtown Dublin. We just guess at where to get off the bus and end up picking a great spot. Dublin is awesome. Kris keeps remarking how adorable and quaint everything is. And it really is.

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11am arrive at Brother Hubbard and have coffee, tea, and a cinnamon walnut scroll – a delicious cross between a scone and a cinnamon roll. After a few minutes we move outside into their super cute garden. It’s sprinkling rain and the weather is so refreshing.

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12pm Explore the streets some more. Lots of cute street art, like this

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Pop into the Dublin Castle. Most of it is free to wander around. They had a really adorable cafe with a gorgeous patio overlooking the grounds. And then another great cafe inside the library on the grounds.

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Kris thinks Dublin’s version of the exit sign is over complicated. At first he thought it was the sign for the bathroom – a man running frantically to the shitter

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2pm After a long walk over, we arrive at Bibi’s Cafe – totally worth the walk. It’s a cafe and a vintage shop in one, run by two sisters. Kris had an open faced turkey sandwich with a delicious chutney, I had a pot of chai and a slice of pinenut/feta/spinach tart, which came with pesto tomato salad and some dressed greens, and we shared a delicious pitcher of cucumber lemon water.

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We saw some snails just outside

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After lunch we were starting to get delirious from no sleep. I was wearing my sneakers, which were totally fucking up my feet. I had only been wearing my vibrams and what a testament to them! And to how much regular shoes fuck up our feet! I wore my vibrams all day every day walking miles all over New York City and I had no blisters, no discomfort, my feet weren’t sore, nothing. But just a few hours of walking in my sneakers and my feet were killing me and I had a massive nasty blister on one of my toes. Between the sneaker thing and us being too tired to think anymore, we decided to head back to the airport.

We got on the local bus (as opposed to the super fast express bus) back to the airport figuring we weren’t in a hurry, so might as well. What a fucking mistake! Oh my god, I’d had that pot of tea at lunch and I was almost pissing myself on the bus. I was seriously considering getting off at the next stop and just pissing on the side of the road. I was also considering taking my to-go box to the back of the bus and squatting and pissing in it. I was so fucking desperate. We got the the airport and I tore of the bus and ran my ass off inside to the bathroom. Kris said, “I felt so bad for you, running like mad, pulling up your pants that were falling down, dying to pee.” It was the best piss of my life, but fuck it was awful to have to go that badly for that long.

We got our bags together and had to reorganize a bit because RyanAir has a strict baggage policy. I have a vest that I brought so I basically tucked everything in my carry on into my vest – our tablets, phones, head phones, etc. Kinda funny, but it worked.

10pm Arrive in Manchester after a quick 40 minute flight over. Easily find the train and take it one stop into the city. James is waiting for us in the station.

We head back to his place and it is a nice walk over. His apartment is so cute! Right in the middle of town and on the fifth floor, so really nice views and great light. The whole place was very simple, modern and clean – quite impressive for two bachelors – James lives with his friend, James. Who also has curly hair. Isn’t that hilarious?

And the best part – they had a bathtub that was shiny and inviting. James made me toast and I ate it in the bath.

He also gave us his room and is sleeping on the couch while we’re here! What a guy! We are so happy to be here and to hang out with him for the next week or so. What fun!