Martha’s Vineyard has long been a bucket list location for me. I can’t remember if this was the case before or after Logan Huntzberger, but we’ll go ahead and say before so I sound like an original thinker.
Rob’s dad asked me if I had any other East Coast bucket list locations and I confidently said Maine. Just Maine. Because of this song.
Side note: I once dated a boy who knew I related to that song but didn’t fully know why. When I would get upset he would say, “Let’s move to Maine and catch lobsters” and it was so adorably cute and silly and missing the point I couldn’t help myself and would start laughing and kiss him right away. Such is the power of bucket lists and Ingrid Michaelson and lobsters.
Our Martha’s Vineyard day was stormy and gloomy and naturally I wore a bright blue 70s dress and gladiator sandals. Rob, ever thoughtful, brought three different means to warm me because he knew I was wearing an inappropriate outfit and would want them. Everybody needs a Rob in their life.
I once asked Rob what he brought to our friendship and he said, “Jackets.” Do you see what I’m talking about?
And so round two.
We were full-on tourists in the Vineyard, stopping at a pub for clam chowder and exploring The Black Dog and following in the steps of Bill and Hillary before us. Did you know that The Clintons are the unofficial mascots of the Vineyard? Because they are.
At first I just thought we were picking the best places to visit. “Ooh! Big B and Intelligent H visited this ice cream shop in the late 90s it must be the greatest black raspberry ever!” I would say. Except I wouldn’t call them Big B and Intelligent H and I never should have put that in this post and I’m sorry.
Did I mention today is moving day and I didn’t get much sleep last night?
It turns out Big B and Intelligent H had visited nearly every place on the Vineyard and you can even buy semi-unflattering postcards of them in the late 90s as souvenirs! I’ve regretted not purchasing one ever since. Perhaps I should check online.
I hope you are gathering Martha’s Vineyard is a magical place from this ridiculous post.
Our day ended with the oldest carousel in America and a huge dose of Vineyard hair and a round of skee ball where I beat Rob and now he owes me a karaoke song of my choice.
I’m thinking “Like a Virgin” or “Genie in a Bottle” but am open to suggestions.
Rob is the best traveling companion because he 1) Loves food 2) Encourages me to buy fudge when I’m not hungry because he knows I’ll want it later 3) Indulges my silly conversations. Also he brings jackets.
I give Martha’s Vineyard an A+ even though I didn’t see any Kennedys or Logan Huntzberger or Big B and Intelligent H.
I give my nicknames Big B and Intelligent H a D+ and promise to never mention them again.
They got away from me.