Wonder what there is to seeeeeee......

    Very fascinating stuff in this little Navy-soaked waterside town. If there was a building in the area not built before the revolution then I didn't see it. Picturesque in all the "homey-curl up with a good book-cup o'joe at the corner shop-hey hows your folks" kind of ways.
    The day started out with a quick pit stop at the barracks to change and pound on Rod's door...apparently he appreciated the gesture cause he still managed to throw on some pants and adventure with me...what are friends for?
    We mapquested directions and set off. I must interject here and now that I dont do direction reading unless its super barney kinder style cause my potential for misdirection is at a never fail rate of 99. 99 percent... and usually has great results and winds up leading us to some interesting places so i usually cant complain, however considering my objective had been set in stone that Annapolis was the one and only place i wanted to peruse...I handed Rod the directions.
    30 minutes later, we were swinging around a round-about that marylanders so seem to love and place at every possible junction to hinder the non-maryland-road-savvy traveller to their ultimate confusion and peril...however all was not lost and we found a parking garage. Parked...got out...surveyed the area briefly...proceeded to get marvelously lost on foot.
    Through alleyways, byways, cobblestoned crosswalks, flagstoned sidewalks, past squished dr seussical houses, coffee shops, pit stops, book stores, candy boutiques, and one fascinating antiques store dubbed " The Scarlet Letter" we made our way to the waterfront.
    Ducks and seagulls abound...and so does there poop but we aptly dodged the fecal matter unlike the landlocked loving air force people that we be...arrrrrrrr matey. took a few snaps of Rod doing the ubiquitous capt morgan pose off the dock and a couple of cutesy awwwww pics then it was time to explore.
    Wandering into a tourist trap "TSHIRTS FOR $5" plastered with everything maryland/annapolis/navy, we found some crazy crab hats that just had to be shown to the greater world. look for yourself...they are hilarious. Also the wall of socks cannot be avoided...trust me I tried. Its like the scene of a horrific car accident...you know that though you will regret it that you did, you still look...often.
    We also found a fantastic little cigar shop that was a must see considering it currently houses annapolis's philosophers. ..actually they were just a bunch of old me puffing cigars in fold out and plastic yard chairs while reminicing about some old times...ones that apparently involved an edible camel and pair of donkeys. The story goes that they found out somehow that Rod was slated to go to Iraq later this year and decided to bring up Africa. Well, the proprieters son lived in africa after joining the peace corps and happend to have a hankering for a camel friend... apparently they are better looking than the women in that particular village and dont have aids...i dont know im just assuming. Anyway, after purchasing said camel the camel takes one look at the owner, declaring in his camel mind that this is not the man for me and presumes to run away from home repeatedly. ..so the current owner takes him to a market and trades him for two donkeys and a cart...they had the camel later that day...delish. Ahhh the fine workings of african economics...very scholarly discussions abound in this little smoke-laden haven...so i had to move on.
    By this time my stomach is in upheaval at the lack of digestive material available and makes it known that if I dont start paying immediate attention to it, rebellion will ensue in the form of indigestion of the most acute kind. Submitting to the will of the organs I decide to choose a restaurant to slake my hunger. One problem...too many restaurants all temptingly wafting their scents out into the streets driving my salivary glands into hyperactive mode. I become glassy-eyed over the fresh fudge, moonfaced at the reubens at the market store, a bucket of emotion over the hot crabcakes at the federal, and a bumbling idiot just trying to imagine nibbling on good irish stew at a corner pub. ..barely standing I make my mind up by doing the next best thing...making Rod decide where to go instead of me. Always good thinking because Rod can pick out a prime steak from a good 50 yards...his parents are proud. We wander over to Middletowns Tavern and nibble on almond honey baked brie with fresh grapes, parmesan crusted grouper dripping with mango lime butter, and a succulent steak with a hint of worchester sauce on the side. Surrounded by fluffy mashed potatoes and a heaping of winter veggies, my stomach devours everything without a quip of complaint. I have once again tamed the hunger beast and can resume another 3 hours of uninterupted sight seeing.
    After an interlude at another coffee joint, for yet another Chai breve, and an after dinner chocolate chip cookie (generous on the chocolate chip) we meander our way back to the parking garage. ..flip on the van morrison...and get lost trying to find our way out of this charming place...my bad i forgot to get to and FROM directions-sue me.
    So ends another adventure.