The weekend foodfest continues, and today my culinary journey takes me to Fred's for a lobster roll (sigh) delicious and delightful all wrapped up in a pretty little package.
I've been waiting for this for a long time. I can't seem to find them anywhere so when I herd Fred's was serving them for their Labor Day Clam Bake I knew I had to go, and it did not disappoint.
I went with Mr. Wonderful's mom and while we were eating, she asked if we were going to go to our favorite little watering hole that is right around the corner.
I hadn't even thought of that, but of course I was game. It's a tiny hole in the wall with live music every day. A place that reminds you of the wild west, complete with a hitching post outside... just in case.
After gorging myself on the lobster roll, we took off for our watering hole. As luck would have it, there was one table open and we jumped on it.
We kicked back and had a few margaritas and during the conversation I realized 16 years go this weekend a small town girl from the midwest set out on a 1700 mile journey that would change her life forever.
Wow it's so hard to believe I've been here and away from my home and family for 16 years... that's almost half my life!
Those were the days, fun and fearless without a care in the world. Fresh out of college and ready for a challenge.
Everyone here is from somewhere else, which in turn means everyone has a story about how they got here.
Mine starts in a college bar a few weeks before graduation. She got off work early so she had been there a few hours when I met up with her... which means she was several cocktails ahead of me.
The conversation turned to the elephant in the room, she asked 'what are you going to do when you graduate?' I had absolutely no idea, but what I did know was that I didn't want to wind up in Missoula, Montana as a reporter.
She replied with 'I've always wanted to live in the southwest' to which I said 'that sounds nice.'
The next day she called me at work and I don't even think she said hello, the first words I remember hearing were 'pick the city'.
I was so confused? 'What? I don't know what your talking about.' She followed it up with 'pick the city, and we'll move.'
Wow, just like that... and that's pretty much how it happened. We were a little more strategic than that, we checked out the city ahead of time, got an apartment and furniture then set out a few months later on our journey.
16 years later, I'm still here... and she is back home. In between our decision to move and the actual move, she met a guy, and six months after we got here she moved back and got married.
How does that happen? It was her idea, and I'm the one who stayed.... its funny how life works sometimes.
I'm not upset about it, life has been pretty good to me here, so no complaints on my part.
That's the kind of thing I want to do again. Although a big move isn't always super easy to do, nor is it something I'm particularly interested in, but I want that sense of adventure back again.
Now all I have to do is figure out how.
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