Last night I had a dream that I found out about an H.P. Lovecraft themed car in Lincoln. It was a cyclopean non-euclidean building (very fitting of course) with red neon hidden in the crevices of its facade. I can't recall the name of the bar.

Upon discovering it, I began calling all of the Vermillion dudes to celebrate by organizing a Cthulhu themed scavenger hunt. I would hide objects around town, and the clues would be fitting quotes from Lovecraft's work. Before I got started on that, I went to someone's house and sat in their basement. There were five large heating vents in the wall, and I was warned that he basement was haunted and that the ghost of a boy would often peer out at people from within the heating vents. I sat on a couch trying to brainstorm clues for the hunt, and kept seeing a shadowy figure in the ducts. I eventually woke up when my alarm rang.

After telling Steven and Cole about this via text, Steven encouraged me to open a Lovecraft bar. Here are some drink specials that would be served (credit to Steven for most of these)

Shadow Over Ginsmouth
Call of Kaluathu
Nyarlagertep
Dreams in the Icehouse
The Glenfidditch Horror
Pickman's Modelo Negro

Alright everyone, it's 1:45am. Last call...OF CTHULHU!

I've been told I need to update this more often, so this will be the first in a long line of attempts to do so.

Last weekend I went up to Burlington, because Anna is working there at St. Michael's College all summer. After being 1400 miles apart for 7 months last year, it wasn't nearly as bad to have her within a 1.5 hour drive. I still missed her, but at the same time having the entire apartment to myself was kind of nice.

I got directions from my co-worker Chrissy at BJ's. She said to take I-91 north straight up to Burlington. So I hit the road around 3:30 after running a few errands, and didn't bother to double check her instructions. Around 5 I passed a sign that said "Canada- 21 miles", and knew that something was horribly wrong. I called Anna and it turns out that I had to take I-89, which goes west and north straight to Burlington! Whoops.

I pulled into the next gas station I could find and did what every stereotypical man dreads to do- I asked for directions. The nice young man behind the counter gave me a rather confusing set of steps to take, and I tried to follow them but got lost again and had to stop for directions 20 minutes later. Once I found my way to highway 15 west, I was in the clear.

The backroads of Vermont are stunningly beautiful. I wound through mountain roads and passed numerous dairy farms on the way. I saw a moose chilling out in a field about 100 yards away from a large herd of black and white Gateway moocows. I honked my horn and he glanced over as if to say "Yeah, man. What's up."

I finally arrived in Burlington four hours after my departure, and noticed a strange burning smell coming from under the hood. I don't know the first thing about cars, so I was confused and worried that my new (used) car was already going to shit out on me. I'm having it looked at on Friday. So far so good.

The scene painter for Northern Stage, Mike Rozell, just started a campfire in the backyard. I'm going to go down and enjoy it and shoot the shit until I go to bed in about an hour. So there will be a part two to my adventures in Big City, VT. Stay tuned.