Late yesterday afternoon Nay made me an offer that I simply couldn't refuse: come to Brighton, drink wine, and watch her fold laundry. What really made this a win-win situation is the fact that Nay's got HBO, which meant I could get caught up on Sunny Heights High (kind of like "The Office" for teachers). Around our second glass of chardonnay Nay declared that she was hungry and wanted a "hoagie", preferably a "meatball grinder" from Ozzie's. Of course I immediately made fun of her for whipping out her native Connecticut speak completely unprovoked.
It also turns out that people west of the Connecticut River eat kaiser rolls (not bulkies) and sell their excess crap at tag sales (yard sales). Minor twists on the English language, I know, but amusing nonetheless. Growing up outside the bright lights and big city of Hartford, Nay informed me that there are all sorts of words that Bostonians have never heard of. (Before the jokes ensue, "please", "thank you", and "you're welcome" are not among them.)
Unbeknownst to me, jimmies are shots, blue coins from Big Y are worth their weight in gold, and the Whalers were the greatest hockey team of all time. Learning all of this was extremely enlightening and complimented an evening in Brighton after severe Nay withdrawal. In the interim I discovered something even more frightening than Connecticut-speak: for $4 Ozzies will deliver a 20oz serving of frozen yogurt straight to your door. Shots are available for an additional 50c.
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