Wuv, true wuv.

Greetings, friends and benefactors. Let’s talk about love today. <3

You may recall us speaking highly of our Yardsale Press friends, Bryan and Hillary. This past weekend they got married in a barn. If I had to sum it up in a phrase, the phrase would be: there was an ice cream truck. Just kidding. The phrase would be: WEDDING OF THE CENTURY.

If I were to sum it up in a lengthier format, I would make Ellen help me and it would go a little something like this…

The ceremony began with all the dapper groomsmen entering and each planting a giant cheek kiss on Tom, the wedding officiant. I could have sworn Will kissed him on the mouth but he denies it. Someone find proof.

The mere sight of Hillary in her wispy-beautiful gown set off Ellen’s waterworks.* Then Tom started speaking and Laur and El were waterworking it in stereo on either side of me for the duration of the ceremony which was short and sweet and perfect in every way. We walked down memory lane of how H&B came to be the team of ultimate cuties that they are today.

Cocktail hour for me consisted of 37 triangles of smoked gouda, working real hard to make sure my heels didn’t get stuck in the floorboards, and hugging on friends. I couldn’t stop eyeing the antique sleigh that was on display up near the barn rafters. My wine thought it seemed like a good photo opportunity but I’m glad my self didn’t pursue this further.

Ellen’s cocktail hour consisted of her and Robb finding the door that catering was entering through and standing by it so they had first dibs on all appetizers. This is not at all surprising.

People really brought their A-game on the dance floor mainly because H&B’s must plays included Whitney Houston’s “I Wanna Dance with Somebody” and Big Freedia’s “Ya’ll Get Back Now.”  (If you haven’t seen the official music video for that song, go do that and then come back to us.) I also liked that I could make eye contact with just about anyone in the room and we would instantly boost our dance thrusters from our respective corners of the floor, no questions asked. Even when H&B announced the surprise arrival of the ice cream truck, people danced with their cones. With each willful head bang, melty plops of ice cream hit the dance floor thus creating the ideal conditions for moon walking.

Convenient. Delicious. Sprinkles.

Convenient. Delicious. Sprinkles.

We also spent a healthy dose of time with Bryan’s grandfather who wore his vintage Miller High Life shirt at Bryan’s request. This is an adorable team moment we shared together:

Stack em up.

Trying our darndest to get him to dance with us.

Shirt detail.

Shirt detail.

At the end of the night, the ride back to the hotel on a school bus involved a lengthy, heartfelt sing-a-long which was kicked off with “Ironic” from the 1995 Grammy Award-winning album Jagged Little Pill. Since I know these lyrics like the back of my hand, I took a multi-tasking approach, singing and eating a chocolate chunk cookie.

Here’s the Instagram hashtag feed from #blumsculwedding: http://www.enjoygram.com/tag/blumsculwedding

Which brings me to my final question: why can’t every weekend be like that one was? Don’t answer that. Just let it float out there in the universe.

*Other things that make Ellen cry: Cirque Du Soleil, children’s dance recitals (can be strangers), great performances on Ninja Warrior, power chords in Christmas songs.

ROY G. BIV hates Pizza Hut Express

Like me, you may have noticed that it has been over a month since our last post. I want you all to know this is entirely Ellen’s fault. She was slated to write about how there are NO full restaurant Pizza Huts off of I-84 in CT and trying to find one is pretty much like trying to find the end of a rainbow. This zesty rainbow we are fully prepared to chase for the rest of our lives.

On our last trip home from NJ, after an hour of cross referencing Google Maps and calling a baker’s dozen of numbers, I did find one in Vernon complete with salad bar and Christmas tree (in the month of March).


A telltale sign you have arrived is the trapezoidal windows.

That is the short version of the story but that’s all you get because we have a slacker in our midst and it’s time to move on to other things that have happened.

Other things:

1.) Cochon 555  – This culinary event is all about 5 heritage pigs, 5 chefs, and 5 winemakers and this was our second time attending. Read on in amazement as I step off my vegetarian high horse, which is really more like a miniature pony, to tell you that I’m into this event. While I don’t intentionally* eat the pig dishes there, I am so behind their mission to create sustainability in the way food is grown and/or raised. It is also very impressive to me to see so many local businesses all rallied in one place where the chefs thoughtfully, creatively use the entire pig, leaving little wasted and in doing so, bolstering Cochon 555’s mission.

This year at the event, Ellen was dubbed a judge in the Breckenridge Bourbon cocktail contest, “Punch Kings,” and she took this duty very seriously sampling and taking notes on the 6 punches.  Meanwhile, I secretly dubbed myself a cheese judge for a contest that existed in my mind. It was wildly successful.

Here is one of the punch recipes we liked:

– Breckenridge
– Lavender & hibiscus soda
– Ginger peach tea concentrate






2.) Local Natives – Sweet angel of mercy, do they put on a great live show. This re-lit the Local Natives fire in my heart and gave us motivation to listen more to Hummingbird which we had not previously paid due respect. It seemed to sit in Gorilla Manor’s shadow upon first listen.

Speaking of due respect, let’s talk about Tasty Burger in Fenway. After every concert, we are always left wondering who is going to feed us cheese fries? Who?! We are proud to report we sampled their wares after the show and their cheese was elevated to a sophisticated level that begged the question, “Am I from a can or am I Velveeta’s rich Uncle?” Both. The answer is both.

Below is a very good record preserved in time of us waiting for Local Natives to hit the stage.



3.) We are going to see The Presidents of the United States of America tomorrow night. They are playing their self-titled album in its entirety. It’s happening.


We’ve covered a lot of ground here. If you made it to the end, I salute you and promise never to abandon you for so long ever again.



*I ate a little pig blood ice cream last year.




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