Saturday, October 9, 2010

It's too bad that whales don't exist!

Here it is, the bi-annual post (there goes my goal!). But this is a bonus post because this is 2 posts in one. A fake post, and a real post.

Fake post

In July, my sister Sara came and visited. We had a blast! It was seriously so much fun. The thing we were most excited about was whale watching! We got up uber early and drove this beautiful drive down the coast of Connecticut, into New York City, then back around up to the tip of Long Island.



We then hopped on a boat with this awesome naturalist named Arty, and prepared ourselves for the coolest day of our lives.



We were not disappointed. We saw this:



And this:



And this:



It was truly a dream come true!! Life doesn't get much better than that!


Real post:


In July, my sister Sara came and visited. We had a blast! It was seriously so much fun. The thing we were most excited about was whale watching! We got up uber early and drove this beautiful drive down the coast of Connecticut, into New York City, then back around up to the tip of Long Island.



We then hopped on a boat with this awesome naturalist named Arty, and prepared ourselves for the coolest day of our lives.



We were bitterly disappointed. We saw this:



And this:



And this:



Why didn't anyone tell us that whales didn't exist before we spent a bunch of money, time, and excitement whale watching!! What a harsh way to find out that the existence of whales is just another government conspiracy. It all turned out ok though, because later in the trip we saw this:



And this:




And this:



I know this picture is a bit dark, but yes, that is Tony Shalhoub, aka Adrian Monk, in the flesh. As is fairly normal, I did create a bit awkward of a situation when he got over to us to shake his hand. As you may or may not be aware, Tony Shalhoub attended Yale back in the day to get his masters degree in theater. Being the person I am, I happened to know this information. So I said "I occasionally walk past the Yale Rep Theater and think of you". He squints his eyes in confusion, says "hm. But you're probably too young to have seen me in anything there.", signs my playbill and gets into his limo and drives away wondering what just happened to him. Nonetheless, if I can't see any whales, the least I can do is make Tony Shalhoub feel awkward.