October 11-17, 2013

The first morning we woke up at Melissa’s in New Haven was basically the first time we met her and she ended up being so cool! She has a super cute renovated house in New Haven and a comfy sofa bed. She made up her sofa bed with shit tons of pillows and blankets so we slept in this great nest all week. And the whole week was just - coffee at the kitchen table, breakfast and conversation in the morning, relaxing days, and cooking + wine + more conversation at dinner and late into the night.

To top it all off, our fantastic friend Sarah is temporarily living in New Haven and we got to spend all kinds of time with her.

Highlights of New Haven:

-a day trip to New York City
-Cinnamon roll french toast at the pantry
-The garlic festival
-Sarah giving me a copy of The Holographic Universe
-Walking around the Yale campus
-pizza at Frank Pepes
-Harold the dog
-galivanting around Boston with Sarah
-Leaning against Paul Reveres house talking about catheters and dick cheese
-Brunching in Worcester talking about low hanging ballsacks dipped in poop.

While siting at Frank Pepes I asked Kris to go find out where the bathroom was because I hate aimlessly wandering looking for the toilet. He said, "Why? Why? Why? But why? You're a grown ass woman."

I burped at lunch and Kris said, "That was HIGHLY inappropriate. Those people looked over at you."

Katie: why did you have to grab, like, my one white t shirt to use as a cum rag? I have a shit ton of black ones. You need to wash this skank cum shirt right away.
Kris: It's not as skank as the dirty ass underwear.
Katie: You mean your pair of underwear that I've been wearing for two days?
Kris: No. I mean my underwear that I have t changed since we arrived in Connecticut.

"Stop playing with your fucking unibrow. You look like an asshole."

Katie: (sings Whitney Houston)
Kris: Oh my god. Stop singing that song. Stop. Just stop it.
Katie: If you keep me talking I won't sing. Talk to me. Ask me anything, anything at all.

Looking at a Tumblr porn page:
Katie: That's a nice dick.
Kris: that's a big fucking circumcised piece of shit. That's not a nice dick. At all.

Katie: You skip around a lot when you're walking.
Kris: I just like to stay on my toes.
Katie: I'm gonna call you skipper.
Kris: great. Call me skipper. Skipper Cheese Dick.

Of course we hit Ninth Street Espresso when in NYC:

Boston:

Sarah's "I didn't realize a Carmel Apple latte had coffee in it" face:

Autumn in New England is so beautiful!

As I sit here, about to head home after 6 weeks away, I'm reflecting on two common themes from this trip: pissing in weird places and sleeping in weird places.

I have pissed:

-in a hotel room sink in Vernazza
-in Tupperware in London
-In a cashew jar on a boat in London
-on the lawn of a fancy hotel, Guerilla style, in Milan
-in a drinking glass that I periodically dumped into the grass outside my sleeping quarters in London
-in a home made tin foil funnel feeding into a kombucha bottle in the back of a four runner in a train station parking lot (attempted, but failed)

I have slept:

-on a futon in Brooklyn
-on a bed in Manchester
-on a boat floating on the Thames river
-on a sectional couch in Greenwich
-in a loft bed in Rome
-in a 300 year old stone wall apartment in Tuscany
-on a foam pad on the floor in Copenhagen
-a futon identical to mine in Germany
-in a "tool shed" in London
-on a sofa bed nest in new haven

We have experienced such amazing things on this trip, the most important and memorable being all of the relationships we formed, and the open arm welcomes we got everywhere we stayed. It was very humbling. The kindness we received is unforgettable.

A week in New Haven {the end of our 2013 trip}

October 11-17, 2013

I have pissed:

I have slept: