As I was saying, we picked Ellie up in New London and made her drive us to Rhode Island for luncheon with a certain birthday girl. Chapter two of Uncle Mervie's Big Time landed us back in the New of London for a 48 hour romp.
We kicked things off, as one does, with a coupla smokes on the deck.
|Backstory? Only one of the greatest stories I've ever told|
With our gorgeous peoples.
|Is that dress too small? omg.|
|one and done.|
|This right here? This is what it's all about.|
|How do I look?|
|Sorry/not sorry for murdering this guy|
|I took aprox 400 photos of these duck things|
|Evil pink wine. I thought I drank the whole bottle, but Bill said he had a sip. Phew!|
|Ellie and Bill can see very clearly...although that night... wait that's another story|
|You can't even tell that she's blind|
After a lifesaving meal of grilled cheese, fritos and coke, I had recovered enough to belly up to the bar.
|I liked this angle|
|Bill liked this angle. It's my blog, Bill. Pump the brakes.|
|It did not disappoint.|
|Bo to the Nay|
|While his bo-nay held together just fine, her sprinkle cone melted like a polar iceberg, forcing her to use her dress as a napkin. Poor Clara.|
|We saved Ocean Beach! (From what?)|
|Clara had a little nappy boo in side of my awesome new bag. The struggle is real.|
|So blurry, yet so sassy.|
It was such a fun day! We drove home open style in Westy east
Then retired to the house for a rip roaring party, with guest. Bright and early the next morning, we set off for our next leg of the Connecticut World Tour, but first:
|you-know-who in the ledgie loo|
|It was loud at the train station, as demonstrated by Bill|
|Bye New London!|
Chapter Three: Milford pitstop where laws were broken
Chapter Four: Lesbian Lovefest
Chapter Five: Ennnnn Whyyyyy Ceeeeeeeeee