While I’ve only been here a day, Connecticut is weird. Firstly, it has to be the whitest place in the world. That in itself is odd, when you consider how ethnically diverse the place is. It’s hard to describe the vibe here. The closest thing I can compare it to is that it feels like a bad Seinfeld episode.
This morning at breakfast, there was the couple in their late Forties. She was dressed straight out of the Preppy Handbook. That said, so was he, right down to the button down, blue blazer and grey flannels. At breakfast. There was no question as she bitched her way through breakfast that she wore the pants in the family, until he finally exploded with “how many times are you going to tell me that. I don’t care!” Then, at his wife’s bidding, he began to berate the front desk clerk about the fact that they had to pay for breakfast.
Then of course, there was the 40 something east coast dyke in one of those Polo golf dresses. You know the ones, it looks like Ralph Lauren lengthened the golf shirt into a dress. If I remember the Preppy Handbook correctly, women are supposed to stop wearing that dress when they are about 14.
At dinner tonight, I had the pleasure of sharing the bar with a couple of preppy ladies who I think were sisters. Either that or lovers, I couldn’t quite tell. They were locals who had lived in there area all their lives. The one delightful lady told the bartender that she had been eating at a certain local pizza place since she was 6. Then she went on to tell us all how the place was celebrating it’s 40th anniversary. After the ladies left, the bartender almost choked when I commented that she might have been 20 when it opened!
And then there is the traffic, or that’s what they call it here. On the radio they were complaining that the traffic the whole way down I-90 was horrible. Well, I suppose. It was moving at about 40 mph and was heavy. Want to see traffic? Come to Ontario where we have as many as 9 lanes wide, each way, that can be stopped for MILES. You people have absolutely no idea what a traffic jam is.
Tomorrow morning, I’m already heading back to Ontario. Still without a map, I’m looking forward to setting a new record home. This will be no Team Polizei style record however. I’ll be happy if I shave 20 minutes off the 9 hour drive.
Maps? We don’t need no stinkin’ maps!