Full Yuppification

Christmas has come and gone, and, as is typical for us, Kathleen and I opted not to get gifts for one another. Instead, we tend to purchase one or more joint presents for ourselves (or jet off to somewhere fun like New Orleans). This year, in an effort to achieve true and complete yuppification with which only a very few can compete, our joint present was…a wine fridge. Continue reading “Full Yuppification”


Rome to Venice

We almost didn’t make our Vatican tour. We had slept poorly the night before because our hotel gave us the worst bed and the noisiest room imaginable. Plus, we were both experiencing some trip fatigue and neither of us is religious. But I’m very glad we went to see the Vatican Museum, St. Peter’s, and the Sistine Chapel. We had a semi-private tour and while I wasn’t entirely sold on the blonde girl from Alabama guiding us, she did a wonderful job and knew her history and art history inside and out. She was also a talented storyteller. 

The art was staggering. We spent most of our time in the Raphael Rooms, as well as the Sistine Chapel (sadly, no photos allowed.).

St. Peter’s was staggering. Gold and mosaics and beautiful statuary everywhere you look. It’s impressive, but I can’t help thinking that Jesus wouldn’t be keen on any part of it. 

After, we walked a bit around Vatican City. The sheer scale is amazing. 

After the Vatican, we rode to Termini station for our train to Venice. Exhausted we grabbed cheap deli sandwiches and ate them sitting on the terminal floor. Go hygiene!

We arrived in Venice and were awe struck by how pretty and novel the city is. No traffic! We boarded the vapporetto to our hotel and sat next to a drunk Californian named Scott. He was a nice enough dude but thick as a brick. He had been to Germany and was blown away by the Holocaust.

“I didn’t even go to the  concentration camps, man, but I was still blown away. Like those were the people who killed 11 million Jews. I’m such a proud American that we didn’t do that. Like even though I was drinking, like it got me.”

There was so much wrong with his understanding of the past and the present, I didn’t know where to begin. 

Our hotel was near St. Marks and we got really lost trying to find it. Luckily, the people at Locanda Orseolo were amazing and helped us every step of the way, even staying on the phone with us as we walked. 

When we arrived, we went to our room and found this. Clearly, they know we are lushes. 

The desk clerk, Lorenzo, recommended a stellar place, Cherubino. I could eat there everyday and never tire of their delicious spritz. 

Or their chicetti plate which boasted the entire sea—whitefish, squid, octopus, toro, shrimp, sardines. 

We also had clams in a delicious tangy, spicy broth. 

The cuttlefish ink pasta was my “revelation” dish. Paul’s was carbonara but I enjoyed nothing as much as I enjoyed this pasta. Eating it, you look a fright with black teeth, but it’s so worth it.

Paul had a frito misto plate. 

After, we enjoyed St. Mark’s Square and the Rialto Bridge area with fewer tourists at night time. 

We capped the day with gelato. Lemon for Paul. Mascarpone and fig for me. After all that travel and walking and eating, it was time for a comfy robe and slippers!

Adult Hobbies

Recently, Kathleen and I were talking about how we tend to watch a lot of television. It’s both entertaining and relaxing, and it’s usually just what the doctor ordered after a long day at work. But, we thought, maybe there are other things we could be doing with our time. Maybe it’s time to branch out a bit and find some honest-to-God hobbies. Continue reading “Adult Hobbies”

Never Go To Europe

When we decided to name this blog That Annoying Couple, I wanted to come up with a post that would live up to the title. And behold, I have done it. Let’s talk about the planning of our trip to Europe! Continue reading “Never Go To Europe”

Little luxuries 

Today I worked from home while three women cleaned my apartment. When they came to the door, I slipped off a conference call to let them in. On Friday, I was teaching when Peapod showed up to deliver my groceries. 

After this week, my colleagues probably think I’m quite the pampered princess. I can see them whispering now, “Who will ring the bell next? A dog masseuse?”

I hope no one will judge me too harshly because there’s no way my tub would ever be this clean on my own merit. 

Towel folds!

Look at that delicate rosebud of a blanket on my couch!

Clearly, my transformation into a slothful luxury apartment dwelling monster has commenced.