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Frequent readers will be surprised to learn that I did not take any pictures during the trip to Schenectady this weekend. I don't even have a good excuse for not shooting - it just seemed that most of our excursions were either too mellow to be snapping pics, or I had left the camera behind.
We arrived Friday evening, and my good friend Crash and his wife Mrs. C picked us up at the Albany airport. We dropped our luggage off at their home and headed out to a very cool little pub in Schenectady called Pinhead Susan's. They don't have a website (!), but an explanation of the name can be found here. By the time we'd polished off a few pints (mmm... Guinness) at Pinhead Susan's, the entirely mediocre band had kicked into high gear, so we decided to call it a night.
Saturday morning, Melba and I slept in, then enjoyed a great little home cooked breakfast by Mrs. C. After breakfast, the four of us set out on a tour of Schenectady and the surrounding burgs in Crash's "family sedan", a BMW M5. I hope to someday have a family sedan with 400 horsepower. The tour included a stop at a lock and dam on the Mohawk River, but no boats were passing through that day. We picked up lunch from one of the local Italian bakeries nearby, and relaxed for a few hours after chowing down.
Saturday evening, Crash and Mrs. C treated Melba and I to a wonderful dinner at The Stockade Inn. The food, wine, and setting were first rate - and the company was even better. We headed out after dinner in search for some entertainment, but pretty much struck out. Our first try was a jazz club that offered a band called Wishbone Ash that had supposedly been pretty popular in the 70s. Cover charge was $25 to go upstairs or sit downstairs at the bar for free; I'm glad we picked free. They didn't sound bad, but they weren't worth $25. We then headed out to a bar whose name I can't remember that was new, loud, and rapidly filling with drunk college kids. One drunk dude was belting out a particularly shitty version of The Doors' Riders On The Storm at full shout in the men's room while I was doin' my thing at the urinal. He totally ruined my enjoyment of the delicately scented urinal cake.
Thus ended our Saturday evening.
Sunday morning, Melba and I again slept in and realized a bit too late that our flight left at 11:19 and not 12:35 as I had originally thought. Crash was pretty sure we might make it in time anyway, and flogged the M5 as much as traffic and the wet roads would allow, but we still missed our flight out. Mad props to the friendly United Airlines gate agent who got us onto the next flight out and home only a couple of hours later than our original plan.
All in all, a fun, mellow, and relaxing weekend with the great company and hospitality of Crash and Mrs. C.
We arrived Friday evening, and my good friend Crash and his wife Mrs. C picked us up at the Albany airport. We dropped our luggage off at their home and headed out to a very cool little pub in Schenectady called Pinhead Susan's. They don't have a website (!), but an explanation of the name can be found here. By the time we'd polished off a few pints (mmm... Guinness) at Pinhead Susan's, the entirely mediocre band had kicked into high gear, so we decided to call it a night.
Saturday morning, Melba and I slept in, then enjoyed a great little home cooked breakfast by Mrs. C. After breakfast, the four of us set out on a tour of Schenectady and the surrounding burgs in Crash's "family sedan", a BMW M5. I hope to someday have a family sedan with 400 horsepower. The tour included a stop at a lock and dam on the Mohawk River, but no boats were passing through that day. We picked up lunch from one of the local Italian bakeries nearby, and relaxed for a few hours after chowing down.
Saturday evening, Crash and Mrs. C treated Melba and I to a wonderful dinner at The Stockade Inn. The food, wine, and setting were first rate - and the company was even better. We headed out after dinner in search for some entertainment, but pretty much struck out. Our first try was a jazz club that offered a band called Wishbone Ash that had supposedly been pretty popular in the 70s. Cover charge was $25 to go upstairs or sit downstairs at the bar for free; I'm glad we picked free. They didn't sound bad, but they weren't worth $25. We then headed out to a bar whose name I can't remember that was new, loud, and rapidly filling with drunk college kids. One drunk dude was belting out a particularly shitty version of The Doors' Riders On The Storm at full shout in the men's room while I was doin' my thing at the urinal. He totally ruined my enjoyment of the delicately scented urinal cake.
Thus ended our Saturday evening.
Sunday morning, Melba and I again slept in and realized a bit too late that our flight left at 11:19 and not 12:35 as I had originally thought. Crash was pretty sure we might make it in time anyway, and flogged the M5 as much as traffic and the wet roads would allow, but we still missed our flight out. Mad props to the friendly United Airlines gate agent who got us onto the next flight out and home only a couple of hours later than our original plan.
All in all, a fun, mellow, and relaxing weekend with the great company and hospitality of Crash and Mrs. C.
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