Many have been waiting for this post, I know, however life has been kicking my butt since we got home, and I’ve had a lot on my mind, but slowly, I’m getting there.
Onwards.
It was time to be gone to the Cape once showers, coffee and donuts were had.
Found the house, got the tour, time for lunch.
What else but seafood??
Damn it was good! Every word you hear about New England seafood is 100% accurate.
Plus I had my first root beer!
Interesting to say the least.
A cross between creaming soda and sasparilla if I had to describe it.
After lunch {and me being presented with my first souvenir, by Pam..thanks sweetie!} it was to the market.
Another eye opener for yours truly.
How bloody cheap are groceries over there???
I was like a kid in a lolly shop, all bug eyed and not sure where to look first.
Get the shopping done, onto the bottle shop, where we promptly gave the credit card a bit of a nudge {no surprise there I guess??}
Food? Check
Alcohol? Check
Full bellies? Check
Back to the house, unpack the groceries, unpack clothes, and finally…time to plant our arses and pour a drink!
Fast forward to midnight, by which time we were almost deliriously tired.
After extracting promises from everyone to NOT let us sleep beyond 8.00am, it was time to fall into bed for our first nights sleep under northern hemisphere skies.
I vaguely remember getting to bed, and whilst I have no recollection of my head actually hitting the pillow, I can just about guarantee you, I appreciated that pillow more than any other I’ve ever put my head on!
Promises were kept and promptly at 8.00am, we were woken up.
My first thought, even before my eyes opened?
Evyl arrives today!!!! Most exciting.
Soon we would be 4.
Now, Evyl had a plan where the destination was Hyannis, on the Cape, thus making it quite easy for Michael to collect he and Joyce.
The best laid plans of mice and men….
First plane was late, thus they missed the connecting flight.
Eventually, after much toing and froing with phones calls between he and Michael, we ended up at Hyannis airport around the time we worked out the plane was due.
Evyl, being the details man he is, omitted to give us a time the plane would actually LAND.
{Yeah goodonya mate!!}
Now, you have to remember here, none of we 3 waiting at the airport have ever met Evyl.
Seen pics yes, but pics when he had hair, and these days he has a nude nut.
The obvious thing to do was {drum roll please} LOOK for the nude nut, of course!
Damn, do you know how many fucking men in Hyannis airport have nude nuts????
SHIIIIIIIIIT!
1 plane, 2 planes, 3 planes, more planes!
From around {I think} the 5th plane emerged a large, bald man with a wrist brace on.
Knowing he had recently broken his wrist, we look at each other, raise our eyebrows and one of us says “Mac?”
We were greeted with a HUGE smile, and the words.
“How you doin’”
Well, that’s what people told me he said anyway, because he has a broad Texan accent, and I mean BROAD, and let me assure you, Joyce is just the same.
I spent most of the first couple of hours saying “FFS you 2, speak English, because I can’t understand a damned word you’re saying!”
It was quite the source of amusement for those around us let me say!
If you’re an Aussie and you’re reading this, don’t ever let anyone tell you we’re hard to understand.
I’ve spent a week with 2 Texans and it’s like a whole new freaking language.
We may speak fast, yes, but we are understandable.
Eventually {read, after about 2 days} I could catch 99% of what was being said, with just the odd blank look at someone to say “What the hell did he/she say???”
Cannot begin to tell you how good it was to finally meet, and hug, the man who has been one of my most staunch supporters in not only blogging, but is there every single time something goes wrong and a shoulder is required in the quiet way he has of doing things when a person is in any type of distress or has something troubling them.
Next to Michael, which is how I found him, no other man has been as loyal, and I freely admit I love him to bits.
This is THE most laid back man you could wish to meet.
More than willing to go along with anything suggested, happy to do anything anyone wanted to do, and let me add, this man CAN cook!
He did some chicken on the barbie {sorry guys…grill!} that is like nothing I’ve ever eaten before.
It was to die for.
As laid back as he is mind you, urban legend has it that when the Evyl one drinks tequila, he climbs trees!
Yes, trees, and if he didn’t have a broken wrist, something tells me we would have actually seen just that happen.
And damn, can he drink!
There are few people I’ve come across that can give Mark a run for his money, but I met him here.
One stubby as an appetiser, chase it down with a shot of tequila then settle with another stubby every 10 minutes, and tequila chasers in between.
Every female in earshot is darlin’ in that damp inducing Texan drawl {may be hard to understand till you get used to it, but shit it’s good all the same!!}
Mrs Evyl is quite the woman, let me tell you.
Many say she deserves a medal being married to one of the biggest pistols in the blogosphere, and in some ways, yes, she does, but overall, she gives as good as she gets, and damned well let me say!
I can say, with all honesty, I’ve seen our Evyl quite stuck for words.
Quite the thing to see.
There is more to come on this remarkable man and his {long suffering} wife including an experience NOT to be missed in this life {playing The Red Neck Game of Life} plus Celebrity Heads, fire pit stories, mini golf and more.
Once we were 4, it was time to start the fun and games that was our time on Cape Cod.
Photos are to come yes, and the minute I find time to scan them in, they will appear on a page of their own with links to each post.
I’m trying hard to get these posts done quicker, but as I said earlier, life has been mad.
3 stocktakes {the first being Tuesday} in 2 weeks is not helping my cause either.
It’s taken me 3 days to get this done.
More to come people.
Much more to come.
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