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So we come to a story I like to call... um... The Salem Session BreakCatchy, isn't it? No? Okay how about this?Salem: The Village of The Damned!Melodramatic enough for ya? Our story starts at Jened Recreation Village. Suprisingly enough. And that superstar that is Leanne Williams decides to go and get cellulitus (I don't know what it is either). So she got to ride in a wheelchair! Ofcourse this little trip of hers to the hospital just happened to coincide with our planned trip to the witchy wonderland that is Salem, MA. 
Leanne is NOT a happy camper It wasn't so bad though. We picked out a spare chair and away we were. It's a five hour drive from camp to Salem. It felt like it, dudes. It felt like it. And Travis totally vetoed my Jeff Buckley cds! The man is a monster! 
Sassy gets cheeky When we finally arrived we found a wonderful little bed and breakfast place. Absolutely gorgeous. The guy who owned it was polite and friendly... until we realised we couldn't afford it and had to leave and that wasn't so good. An hour later and we're at the faithful old Comfort Inn! We unpacked our things, Sas and Leanne compared bruises (Sas got into a fight. She's such a wonderful role model!), and went to take a look around town. 
Ouchies 
Penfold prefers it anyway 
Strolling and rolling down the streets of Salem. We did the tourist thing. Went on a couple of moonlight walking tours. The first was rubbish. Leanne was patronised and got pissed off. Though the other tour was awesome. I heartily recommend the Haunted Footsteps tour. 
The Salem Historical Society's Haunted Footsteps Ghost Tour We didn't see any ghosts though. 
Salem's Essex St at night After the tour Augie, Sas, Leanne, Nienke and Rachel all had their fortunes told at The Goddess' Treasure Chest, while me and Christie went to the pub. 
The Goddess' Treasure Chest Day Two was a great day. We had all been a bit grouchy the day before so we all went to a t-shirt store and became our very own chapter of the Piss & Moan About Everything Club*. 
Pissing and Moaning away, from left to right, back row: me, Leanne, Christie, Nienke and Augie. Up front: Sas and Chick. 
A close up of a piss and moan shirt Christie and myself got our fortunes told. Apparently I will meet a nerdy loverman in the next six months. I'm healthy and happy and have a good year ahead of me. Hmmm. Go me! Actually it was a good reading. I'm not usually one for that sort of thing but it was interesting. I'm glad I did it. 
Travis, Sas and I sit and enjoy the Massachusetts sunshine And you know... we all started to really get into it. 
If she weighs the same as a duck then she's a witch! Nienke's a witch! 
From left to right: Rachel, Nienke, Me, Augie, Christie, Sas and Leanne Yep. Salem was lots of fun. It wasn't "indulging in morbid lust" kinda fun. But it was fun. Hell! I must have had a good time, they got me to dress up and take my hat off for those witch photos. Maybe I shouldn't have mentioned the morbid lust thing. Travis? Sas? |