Monhegan Island, Maine. Go! Go! Go!
But you need to go!
O-My-G. Monhegan Island is so freakin' pretty, its outrageous. Especially when you're there with a boy :-)
His name is Irish Hottie and he is blowing wind into my sailboat right now. He is the one I met in the bar last week... the one who offered to pick up the tab for all of my friends and I. So chivalrous! Anyway, so I didn't have any real plans for the 4th of July (the water slide party in New Jersey was most def the back-up plan) and Irish Hottie starts talking about this Island he used to go to as a child. It sounded effing perfect!
So last minute we hop in his car and drive the 8 hours to Maine. Best. Decision. Ever.
We drive to Boothbar Harbor, Maine, catch a ferry over to Monhegan Island and this is the first thing I see:
LIke what? Seriously? Um... yeahhhhhh... I might not make it back to NYC. We spend our days hiking around the Island, our afternoons lounging in the hammock outside of our little cottage and our nights cooking dinner and drinking bottle after bottle of my delish Chardonnay.
If it sounds like the perfect weekend... it was :-)
And then the fireworks! The Island sets their own fireworks off from a huge barge about 5 miles off the coast. Ah-mazing. I swear, every heart-shaped explosion and glittery burst sent my own heart fluttering through my tummy and back!
So romantic! How could you not fall in love?
And another one bites the dust...
Posted on 07/06/2010 12:20 PM by Smarty Pants