We’re Going to Hartford…Look Out Hartford Town


By this time tomorrow we’ll be in Hartford.

As the title of this post indicates, I’ll be going to Hartford this weekend. But before I get into that I’d like to take this opportunity to apologize to my best friend who looks like a sassy, pointy-boobed giant hooker in this picture.  She doesn’t look like this in real life but my art skills are very limited at this time. The good news is that I myself don’t look so hot, unless you’re into the whole mini bowling-pin shaped frumpy grandma with unformed hands look. So you can’t say I was unfair. Oh well. I’ll have to keep practicing my skillz….

With that apology out of the way…I’m actually really excited about Hartford. No one seems particularly impressed when I tell them my weekend destination, but then again no one was impressed with Pittsburgh and I ended up loving it. My best friend and I are visiting an old friend and it’s been a while since I’ve actually been on a plane. I’ve never been to Connecticut and I’m hoping for a little old-fashioned New England charm. There’s nothing like old-world charm for the nostalgic soul. Even though I’m not doing much international traveling these days, I’ve enjoyed exploring the U.S over the last couple of years: New Jersey, New York, Annapolis, Ellicott City, Pittsburgh, Falling Water, West Virginia, Miami, Central Virginia…I’ve always been fascinated by other cities and towns, mostly because I’m always wondering whether life is more or less exciting and satisfying in other places. I’m sure it’s not, but I still want to know for sure. It boggles my mind that all these people in these thousands of different places are experiencing the U.S — and life in general — possibly in very different ways than I am. It’s too bad that you can only be one person with one perspective and one life situation…I wish someone would invent some kind of machine or technology that would let you be someone else somewhere else for at least a few minutes! But machine or no machine, I’m excited to leave routine behind this weekend and go somewhere completely new!

Categories: Hartford, Me, Me, Me, U.S Travels

4 replies

  1. This was hilarious. But now I’m disappointed. I love giant, pointy boobed hookers.

  2. Can you imagine how much more empathetic we would be if we could be other people for awhile? World peace might even be possible! –Curt BTW, nice pointed boobs.


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