Weekend in L.I.
Got back from CBC’s in Long Island late this afternoon. It was a superlative weekend—despite the rain and gloomy skies. I met CBC’s roomie, the two cats, Ivan and Jake, and the three tanks of fish. (The fourth one, 180 gallons, isn’t filled yet.) I also met her mom, step-dad, little brother and grandmother.
Along the way, we ate at a diner on the corner of Bruce St, tooled around through Syosset, Oyster Bay, Cold Spring Harbor and half a dozen other north shore towns, and went to the marina and looked through the rain at the sailboats we had planned on sailing.
Saturday night I dropped my doggie bag containing the remains of a perfectly marvelous shrimp and calamari in marinara sauce over linguini all over the parking lot of the restaurant as I squeezed into the car. Sunday we had brunch at a wonderful little Greek place in Huntington. Now there’s a nice town. I could have spent several hours walking around the place.
In between it all, I dragged CBC through the Hicksville Public Library and a bookstore in Huntington, and she took me on a tour of fish and aquarium stores. I saw more mansions and palaces than you can shake a stick at. On her mom’s street, huge, multimillion-dollar homes are tear-downs. (People buy them to tear down and build an even bigger, more palacial place.)
Then on Sunday night, I went with CBC and her roomie to their church meeting, followed by the service. And walked away with a contract to do their web site. So the whole weekend becomes tax-deductable. [Shakes head.]
That’s the summary. Longer version to follow.
October 12th, 2005 at 6:24 am EDT
I hope you took pictures
October 12th, 2005 at 7:21 pm EDT
Alas, no. I have no camera and CBC’s is broken or something. Her roomie snapped one of me watching the fish. Maybe I can get her to send it. Anyway, as you might imagine, as a pre-op transexual, CBC wants nothing whatsoever to do with pictures of her, including her or near her, which would someday remind her of what’s a difficult period at the end of an unhappy time.
Besides, she said she was “feeling fat.” As every male knows, translated this means, “If you come within 100 yards of me with a camera, you won’t need to see a gastroenterologist for your next colonoscopy.” Although you may need one retrieve the pictures.