Last words about CT

On Saturday I left CT.  Reasons why I left CT:

1. Bridgeport, CT is a very poor area that includes numerous tenements, housing projects, rundown buildings and businesses, and people out on the streets at all hours of the night. I did not feel safe driving after dark, or walking during the daylight.

2. The house was sweltering hot all at times.

3. The two bathrooms are connected to Sam and John’s bedrooms, respectively, and for that reason I felt like I had no privacy. Especially when coming home after everyone else is in bed….did I want to pee 3 feet from John’s head? Or 6 feet from Sam’s? Michael says he wouldn’t be surprised if John had cameras in his. Sam’s bathroom is under construction – no ceiling, no floor, no sinks, no lights, no tub.

4. Creepo John would hover at all times. I was finding myself getting out of the house before John came home from work and coming in late enough so that he’d already be in bed.

5. I’m used to living by myself, and having to talk and be around people at various times is not ideal.

6. I broke some rules…I was supposed to lock the house doors at all times, even when I was in it! Nothing could be left on the counter tops so each day I carried my coffee maker down 3 flights of stairs and back up the three flights of stairs.

7. I got accused (by both Judy and Sam on separate occasions) of giving the dog beans that he threw up.

8. I was on a totally different schedule than everyone else living in the house. They were all in bed by 10:00pm or so and I was coming home or in and out of the house way after that. I felt like I was waking everyone up and constantly walking on eggs shells.

9. When I was home, I felt like I had to be confined to the attic and we all know the luxurious conditions of that.

10. I was constantly juggling multiple balls at once and could not do it anymore. It did not feel like home, it was uncomfortable at all times, and I was uncomfortable at all times.

Before I left I got a picture with Sam, Judy, and Shawny so y'all could see what they look like.  They're quite eccentric!

Another fun thing I'd like to show you is the difference in stair cases between the main house and the maid/slave staircase.  Can you tell which is which?  The width of the maroon painted staircase is about 6 inches wider than my hips (3 inches on each side).

Michael and Me:  Farewell Photo

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The night before I left CT (Friday night) I had another date with a different guy from eH.  This guy is "so concrete sequential" that when he makes a to-do list, the first thing he puts on it is "make list".  Anyway, we went to this restaurant called V in Westport, CT and they had the cutest, fattest, shortest, bottle of ketchup I've ever seen!  The pitcher of water probably distorts how small this bottle of ketchup is, but look at it compared to the crayon!

When I tell my date how fascinated I am by the bottle (and then promptly whip out my camera...) he tells me to steal it.  I am appalled at this and tell him NO WAY!  Then he suggests that I ask the waitress if I can have it.  I tell him he is crazy if he thinks the waitress is going to give me permission to steal the bottle of ketchup.  Next thing I know, the waitress sees me taking the ketchup bottle's picture, comes over and asks me what I'm doing.  When I tell her they don't have ketchup bottles like that in Indiana, she asks me if I want it.  WHAT?!  Is this really happening?  #1 I hate being wrong, and #2 I am elated at the possibility of getting this ketchup bottle.  Then she says, "Better yet, I'll go get you a brand new bottle from the back".  The entire time now she's joking on me and asking if I've ever seen a bottle of Grey Poupon, if I want a couple bottles to give away for souvenirs, etc.  It was, by far, the highlight of my date =)