On the Road Again...

So I'm back at the location where this blog started, and actually here for much along the same premise as then as well. With my dear hubby off in the sand box, I needed a break from home so I came back to Connecticut to spend time with my brother and his wonderful fiance, Beth.
Whenever I come here, my stress level drops infinitely. I go from being somewhere where everything is about everyone else and I am constantly pleasing others and considering others to for once being able to just sit down and think "Oh. This is for me."
There are, however, some social adjustments I have to accept when I come to this area. You see, the Northeastern United States, for those who haven't been here are...well..uptight? Snooty? Sometimes even downright bitchy. And that is not at all saying that all Northeasterners are that way! Beth is a doll and so is her family, but the people we don't know...they are a hand full. Within five minutes of being here I was being verbally assaulted by some broad down the way because she assumed I parked in her parking space. In fact, I had parked in a visitor's space and the other snooty broad had pulled into her space and so they commenced their arguing while I brought my things inside.
I feel bad even generalizing that it's the entire Northeast, come to think of it, though I do know you all in this area definitely aren't the sweet-tea-loving, how-are-ya'll, bless-your-heart Southerners I'm used to. I think perhaps I can narrow it down and specifically say the majority of the attitude is in this general area. As my soon-to-be sister-in-law puts it: People here have too much money & too much time on their hands.
Women here grocery shop like grazing cows: picking, staring and in herds. They will stand for minutes on end staring at the same product then wonder why you reach past them (while saying excuse me politely!) to grab the Danish Blue you saw from twenty feet away while she was still staring into space vacantly.
And the events! My goodness! How in the world do you people do this? Each time I visit our schedule is packed with events, and I find that more and more of them require a dress and heels. Where I am from, you throw heels on for a few minutes, an hour tops, then you tuck those babies under the table and go barefoot or rock your flip flops! When I was invited to the "ladies' tea" tomorrow afternoon, I imagined an hour or so of chat then coming home. Little did I know I had been recruited into "four or five hours" of high-heel, tea-dress good times. I foresee Epson salt in my near future...

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