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Err, Glastonbury. Sorry.

So this week I was in Glastonbury, CT, which is extremely close to Hartford. So close, in fact, that we rarely make the distinction between the two when referring to the office that our company has here. But though we’re here with (more than) two cities to see, there really isn’t a whole lot to report.

Hartford is a really old city that doesn’t have a whole lot of “new” in it. It has been called the “insurance capitol” of the world, but even that isn’t accurate any more. We were here last year, and the only excitement we found was the not-so-good part of town. And by “not-so-good,” I mean that I slouched completely down in my seat so that I wouldn’t be seen by the people on the street. It was fairly frightening.

Glastonbury is across a river (not sure what it’s called) from Hartford, and is a really, really small, quaint town. There must be a city ordinance of some sort that is in place to preserve the historic, old feel of the town, ’cause even the CVS and Walgreens look like they have been here for a hundred years or more. It’s quite interesting.

So the first day wasn’t too exciting. The most fun came from wandering through ALL of O’Hare Int’l Airport in the morning while we endured our three hour layover. After we landed in Hartford, we hurried to get to the office and worked until the early evening. We found dinner near our hotel, and then relaxed in the jacuzzi for a while before going back to our rooms for the night.

The second day was just as uneventful. I’m not sure if it’s because I’m exhausted from travelling so dang much or what my problem is, but I wasn’t really in the mood to do much. We worked all day and went to dinner with the local office manager at a local favorite. The restaurant is known for it’s FRESH seafood (the lobster is held live in a tank in the lobby area until you order it), which isn’t my fave, but I had a salmon dish that was extremely tasty. One thing that I have noticed, though, is that people here in the Northeast really like their butter. I’m not talkin’ about margerine or butter-like spread. I mean the real, creamy butter that comes from cows. Since I don’t eat a lot of butter on a regular basis, the food has been quite heavy in my tummy — but it still tastes delicious! After dinner, I hung out in the pool and jacuzzi, and then watched some television until I fell asleep.

The third and final day of actual work seemed to take forever. We got to the office fairly early, and the morning dragged on. A couple people from the office wanted to take us out for lunch, so we went to a local burger joint, called Plan B Burger. This place was phenomonal! The lights above the tables were made from old meat hooks and some very interesting light bulbs, and yet the rest of the interior was very contemporary, complete with green-and-silver foil wallpaper. The food was even more amazing than the place, but it wasn’t much more than “burgers and fries.”

After another long afternoon, we finally got to leave the office for a bit of celebration. This was the last (working) day in the last office of this round of travels, so we decided to have more great food. We went to a steakhouse, called J.Gilbert’s, for dinner and then got some delicoius ice cream at a local favorite: Friendly’s.

We were then so hopped up on caffine and sugar that we were absolutely giddy, so we went back to the hotel, sat in the jacuzzi, watched some silly TV, and checked out the latest posts on FailBlog and GraphJam. We laughed until it hurt, and then retired to our rooms for the night.

Now, after a casual morning, filled with a nice, wandering drive though the state od Conneticut, we’re sitting in the airport waiting to fly home. And, upon my return, I don’t plan to leave town for any over-night excursions until September, which is totally awesome!