Two years ago today, we got married.
One year ago today, we celebrated with a little casino action.
Today, we came home after five days of this:
We stayed at Chapman Cottage, the yellow house pictured above. Our room was the one on the top right. The place was fantastic. Do you know who else stayed there (though not at the same time as us)? Dan Brown, who wrote The Da Vinci Code, and Ian Maxtone-Graham, who is a writer/producer of The Simpsons.
I know what you are thinking. Nice try, -R-. That is not a real celebrity encounter. But I am just warming you up for the good story. H and I were just innocently having lunch at an inn by the beach, when in walked a man that I thought was former President Bush. But I didn't want to look dumb by announcing that it was former P.B., so I said, "H, doesn't that man look a lot like former P.B.?" And H said, "Yes, but that is because that is former P.B." And then in walked Barbara. And one of their granddaughters. And a contingent of "undercover" secret service agents. So, yes, I had lunch with George H.W. Bush, Barbara, their granddaughter (the brown-haired twin), and the granddaughter's boyfriend or fiance. I wanted to take a picture but wasn't sure if it was allowed. I did not want to be tackled by the agents. I considered asking the agents if I could take a picture, but I didn't know if it was ok to talk to the agents, since they were "undercover" and all. I considered going over to the table where the agents were sitting and announcing, "I would really like to take a picture right now. I hope it's ok. If it's not ok, I hope someone will tell me. Ok, now I'm taking out my camera. And now I'm taking a picture. I really don't want anyone to confiscate my camera." But instead, I did what I always do, which is wuss out and not take a picture.
So our trip was fantastic. Maine was very similar to how I remembered it and was really everything I hoped it would be.