Changing Plans
This weekend, the Boy's relatives were supposed to visit. We'd planned to take them around to a bunch of touristy sites since it was their first time in the city (Fifth Avenue, St. Patrick's Cathedral, Rockefeller Center, Empire State Building, Central Park, Chinatown, Little Italy, etc...). But at the last minute, their baby got a bad ear infection and couldn't be on a plane, so the Boy came up with a new sightseeing itinerary for me. Aww, how sweet! Either that, or a response to my incessant talk about a foliage trip. This year's foliage supposedly isn't too good because of how long summer lasted. So, we decided to stay close by in Connecticut instead of being disappointed with a long drive and so-so scenery.
Saturday morning came, and it was pouring. Since Sunday was supposed to be clear, we pushed our drive to the next day. We ran errands on Saturday instead (going to the grocery and drug stores, browsing Pier One and other Home stores for new curtains, etc.). The highlight of my day was getting a cute jacket at the GAP. It wasn't the white wool coat that I was looking for, but it was a good, warm casual jacket. Not much else going on other than watching Memento from Netflix.
Sunday was a much nicer day, but cold. We took a train to Stamford, Connecticut and then a taxi to the Boy's work to pick up his car. I saw his office for the first time - quite plush and cushy. His workplace is a dieter's nightmare. There were snacks just falling out of the kitchen cabinets. I couldn't keep my hands out of the almond jar or off of the other goodies lying around. There were nuts, mini chocolates, cookies, japanese cracker mixes, dried fruits, granola bars, cereal bars, and much more. All of these snacks were just peripheral to the real food. Lunch was ordered out individually for everyone daily along with fresh fruit platters, and DQ runs happened several times a week. No wonder the Boy never had much of an appetite for dinner.
We got the car and hit the local mall to find the white wool coat that I had been looking everywhere for. As usual, the sizes were off. I was so fixated on getting a coat that I wasn't really in the mood to buy anything else, but we browsed other stores anyway. Later, we took a stroll around Stamford and picked up some things at Trader Joe's since there isn't one in the city. It's so funny what a novelty hanging around suburbia becomes once you've lived in the city even for a short time.
The leaves were changing color in Stamford, and all along the drive to Hartford, I looked out the window to admire the crimson red, fiery orange and bold yellow colors hanging off the trees. It was definitely a gorgeous sight to see.
It was roughly 3:30PM by the time we got to Hartford. We were hoping that there would be some nice foliage at Yale, but the leaves were completely green. No colors here at all. The Boy's friend recommended Frank Pepe's pizza since it has a reputation of making the best pizza ever. I sort of rolled my eyes at this because every pizza joint makes "the best pizza ever." It was 3:30PM on a Sunday and chilly outside. When we pulled up to the parking lot, there was a huge line outside. Frank Pepe's is an actual sit-down restaurant where families order full size pizzas for dinner. I don't think they sell slices. This place was so popular that their waiting area couldn't accomodate all of their waiting customers. A line formed along the block and into the parking lot. Right next door was their sister shop, The Spot, which they opened to accomodate more people, and there was a wait there, too.
The Boy and I each waited in a different pizzeria with our cell phones ready to call the other over depending on who got a seat first. A table at The Spot opened up faster, so that's where we ended up. The pizza was the best I had eaten! The Boy was a bit disappointed that they were out of clams. He really wanted me to try the clam pizza which is what he had during a previous visit with a friend. We'll definitely have to go back for that!
After driving around the Yale campus a bit (it was too cold to comfortably walk around), we headed off to IKEA to look for some decorative curtains (which we didn't find) before heading back to the city.
Saturday morning came, and it was pouring. Since Sunday was supposed to be clear, we pushed our drive to the next day. We ran errands on Saturday instead (going to the grocery and drug stores, browsing Pier One and other Home stores for new curtains, etc.). The highlight of my day was getting a cute jacket at the GAP. It wasn't the white wool coat that I was looking for, but it was a good, warm casual jacket. Not much else going on other than watching Memento from Netflix.
Sunday was a much nicer day, but cold. We took a train to Stamford, Connecticut and then a taxi to the Boy's work to pick up his car. I saw his office for the first time - quite plush and cushy. His workplace is a dieter's nightmare. There were snacks just falling out of the kitchen cabinets. I couldn't keep my hands out of the almond jar or off of the other goodies lying around. There were nuts, mini chocolates, cookies, japanese cracker mixes, dried fruits, granola bars, cereal bars, and much more. All of these snacks were just peripheral to the real food. Lunch was ordered out individually for everyone daily along with fresh fruit platters, and DQ runs happened several times a week. No wonder the Boy never had much of an appetite for dinner.
We got the car and hit the local mall to find the white wool coat that I had been looking everywhere for. As usual, the sizes were off. I was so fixated on getting a coat that I wasn't really in the mood to buy anything else, but we browsed other stores anyway. Later, we took a stroll around Stamford and picked up some things at Trader Joe's since there isn't one in the city. It's so funny what a novelty hanging around suburbia becomes once you've lived in the city even for a short time.
The leaves were changing color in Stamford, and all along the drive to Hartford, I looked out the window to admire the crimson red, fiery orange and bold yellow colors hanging off the trees. It was definitely a gorgeous sight to see.
It was roughly 3:30PM by the time we got to Hartford. We were hoping that there would be some nice foliage at Yale, but the leaves were completely green. No colors here at all. The Boy's friend recommended Frank Pepe's pizza since it has a reputation of making the best pizza ever. I sort of rolled my eyes at this because every pizza joint makes "the best pizza ever." It was 3:30PM on a Sunday and chilly outside. When we pulled up to the parking lot, there was a huge line outside. Frank Pepe's is an actual sit-down restaurant where families order full size pizzas for dinner. I don't think they sell slices. This place was so popular that their waiting area couldn't accomodate all of their waiting customers. A line formed along the block and into the parking lot. Right next door was their sister shop, The Spot, which they opened to accomodate more people, and there was a wait there, too.
The Boy and I each waited in a different pizzeria with our cell phones ready to call the other over depending on who got a seat first. A table at The Spot opened up faster, so that's where we ended up. The pizza was the best I had eaten! The Boy was a bit disappointed that they were out of clams. He really wanted me to try the clam pizza which is what he had during a previous visit with a friend. We'll definitely have to go back for that!
After driving around the Yale campus a bit (it was too cold to comfortably walk around), we headed off to IKEA to look for some decorative curtains (which we didn't find) before heading back to the city.
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