Tuesday, July 31, 2012

Entry # 30 - MVTs Part 2: Island Time



















"The Chilmark Lighthouse," (She) sighed. "It's so stunning…"

"I think there's naked people down there," (He) said. "No, really. Look! I swear."

"Classy," (She) muttered.

















"That house is adorable!" (She) gushed.

"Maybe we'll have a house like that someday," (He) said.

"Really?"

"Sure. Why not?"

Huh, (She) thought. How about that.









They observed the gate in silence.




"And will our garden look just like this?" (She) asked. "And can we have a pool and a hot tub? Oh, and a skylight? I've always wanted a skylight. And radiant heat in the bathroom--it's a must."

(He) swallowed and stared at the flowers.



On the ferry ride home…

"That boat is so cool," (She) said.

"It's not a boat, it's a ship," (He) replied.

"You're totally freaking out about living together, aren't you?"

"Yes. Yes, I am."

"You want a do-over?"

(He) paused.

"No. No, I don't."

(She) smiled and watched the ship sail by.

Tuesday, July 24, 2012

Entry # 29 - MVTs Part 1: The Ferry Ride



























"I'm so excited," (She) squealed. "I've never been to Martha's Vineyard before!"




















"I think I should warn you," (She) said.

"Warn me about what?"

"I don't do well on boats. I'm a little nervous."

"Oh." (He) swallowed. "Uh, how are you feeling now?"

"Good!"





























"Hey, um, was that a dorsal fin?" (He) asked.

"No." (She) gagged. "That was my breakfast."


























"Thank god it's over! I'm not going back on that ferry ever again," (She) breathed.


"Yeah. Uh, we're going to need a bigger boat..."

Entry #28 - Big League Date




















"Can you believe we're at Fenway?" (He) sounded giddy.

"No. I can not believe I'm at Fenway," (She) replied.  No one who knows me will believe I'm here either…


















"This beer was how much?!"


"It's best that you don't know..."


"I don't get it. It's not like it's a Coach wristlet."


"Why? How much is whatever you just said?"

"It's best that you don't know..."























"I still can't get over the fact that we are looking right at the Green Monster!"

(She) looked and looked and looked and looked.
"Is that the mascot? 'Cause I've got nothing."

















Tuesday, July 10, 2012

Entry #27 - Water, water everywhere




















"Is that woman drowning?" (He) asked.

"No. She's not drowning! She's having fun! Let's do this!"

"Yeah, okay." (He) seemed hesitant.





























"Ah, this is more my speed."


"You're kidding, right?" Sometimes (She) couldn't tell.





















"Oh, my goodness! Those kids are adorable! I can't wait to have kids!" (She) gushed.


"Oh, look...they have a hot dog stand..." (He) replied.



Tuesday, July 3, 2012

Entry #26 - The Outdoor Type

























"This isn't so bad. You said camping. I was thinking we were roughing it," (She) said.




















"Um," (He) swallowed. "That camper belongs to our neighbor.
This is us."




"Oh."



(She) wondered if that bed & breakfast they passed had any vacancies.

























"Is it really that bad?" (He) asked.


"I am so the outdoor type."(She) said. "I love not washing, sleeping on the ground, walking a half mile to the bathroom, killer insects, and campfire smoke in my bristles...love it." 


Tuesday, June 26, 2012

Entry #25 - It's a Zoo



























"Do you think elephants have toothbrushes?" (She) wondered.

(He) shuddered.
























"Why is it just sitting there?" (He) asked.

"What's it suppose to be doing?" (She) responded.

"In the commercial it wears an afro and sings circus songs."

"Right."

Tuesday, June 19, 2012

Entry #24 - Bass Shop is Kicking
























"There is a whale in the store," (She) said.

"I see it. How could I not see it? It doesn't even take up that much room..." (He) replied.

























"It's looking right at us," (She) said nervously.

"It's not real," (He) replied.

"Really?"

"Yes."














"Are those bass real?" (She) asked.

(He) sighed. "They're catfish."

"Whatever. Real?"

"Real."

"Really? In a store? Where the hell are we? It's like redneck Disney World in here."
























"Hold me..." (She) said as she leaned in closer.


"Not. Real." (He) whispered in return.