Brendon Kearns

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Some of my favourite nights out on this trip have been in Mystic, CT. Brendon’s childhood buddy Joel lives down there and we love to visit him and hit the town (actually I’ve just discovered it’s a village, but still). It’s a little, pretty place with an historic drawbridge that I have yet to see open. There are great bars and restaurants and the streets and houses are all very picturesque and lovely. Apparently it gets pretty touristy over summer but during the cooler months it’s been a great spot to eat, drink and be merry.

We usually get something nice for dinner from the Oyster Club or Anthony J’s, then stop in to DPI for a few bevvies.

Next we’ll cruise around to Margarita’s for cheap cocktails or to the Harp and Hound (or both, let’s be honest). We wrap things up with a trip to John’s, a dive bar that’s as fancy as it looks on its Facebook page. Last time we were there an older lady had taken over the jukebox and was rocking out to 80s metal ballads while a group of local kids played pool. The drinks are cheap and strong and they stay open till 2. Win.

The night tends to be closed out in Joel’s loungeroom, listening to the record collection he’s gathered from various relatives and garage sales. A few visits ago we were all surprised to find ourselves enjoying Neil Diamond‘s greatest hits and drunkenly pondering what went wrong with Sonny and Cher.

We also spent a little time catching up with Brendon’s friends Kurt and Brittany from Calgary Canada (via Montana). We went to RI with them and Matt and Dillon and spent the day down at Misquamicut beach – it was cool seeing them so excited to see the ocean – then went out to the bars in Westerly.

Brendon’s mum Linda also took the two of us out to a cool bar in Matunuck RI that does breakfast. They play loud soul and funk while you eat, their breakfast nachos make two meals and saying no to a $3 Bloody Mary with your breakfast just doesn’t make economic sense.

Halloween has been quite the spectacle over here – I’m finally starting to see the point of it and even got into the spirit via a ‘Witches and Tombstones Tour‘ of Wethersfield with Chris, Cait and Flan. Wethersfield is ‘Ye most ancient towne in Connecticut’ and hosts an annual Scarecrows Along Main Street competition so we got to check that out too.

The witches tour was pretty hilarious. We were taken to two different houses and invited in by women in historical dress who told us tales about the previous inhabitants. The woman who opened the door to the Buttolph-Williams House was all flustered and trying to mop some lunch off her apron when we arrived. She then told us some meandering anecdotes about some suspected witches from the town. None of the stories ended in an actual witch-burning and halfway through her second story she started calling the protagonist ‘Katherine’ instead of ‘Mary’. The woman at the Isaac Stevens House was much more with it though, and talked us through a 19th-century wake complete with creepy child-sized coffin. We also visited the cemetery before stopping in for a drink at Lucky Lou’s, where everyone ended up after Chris and Cait’s wedding the year before.

The Halloween festivities culminated in some badass pumpkin carving under Linda’s expert guidance.

In early November we headed up to Montreal for a weekend away with Ben and Laura. I didn’t know much about Montreal except that they have poutine – a sort of classier version of the chips n cheese I remember from Glasgow. Well, I guess if they can make chips n cheese into something gourmet I shouldn’t have been so surprised by how beautiful it was. Even the dirty stuff looked pretty.

Everyone addressed us in French, which was a bit of a spin-out. But despite that Montreal still felt more like Sydney than anywhere I’ve been in the US. Everything we ate and drank was absolutely delicious (and expensive), from pho to crepes, Unibroue to Les Trois Mousquetaires. On Saturday night we went to Reservoir for dinner and drinks and as we left it started snowing. We walked up Saint-Laurent Boulevard and stopped into a few more bars, and I introduced Ben and Laura to Pimms and ginger ale (though perhaps snowy nights are not peak Pimms-drinking times). There were whole shops dedicated to ‘frites’ – my kind of place. On Sunday afternoon we went to explore the Jean-Talon market and stocked up on vegetables and exotic cheeses and breads for dinner. The holiday peaked for Brendon when he came across a stall selling pickled quail eggs – apparently another French-Canadian delicacy. He bought three jars and barely managed not to open one on the walk home. We went back to our apartment and cooked up a storm. Ben and Laura invited friends over for dinner and they went home with enough leftovers for a week.

On Monday morning when we drove home the US Customs officer looked at me like I was some kind of creep when I pulled two jars of quail eggs out of my handbag. But they passed inspection. Ben and Laura dropped us back in Albany and we caught a train down to New York for a short visit.

I’ve come to really love train travel, especially with views like this. It’s a nice way to see more of America, with the added bonus of recliner chairs and free wifi. When we got into New York we met up with Brendon’s friends Reed and Kristina, who fed us and put us up for the night. They are quite the wine aficionados so we got some good tips for CT wineries to check out and enjoyed putting a small dent in their extensive wine collection. We were worried we were keeping them up until they explained that they go to bed at midnight as the average working day in New York doesn’t start till 9:30 or 10am – some people even drag it out to 10:30 or 11. Sounded great to me till they added that it doesn’t finish till somewhere after 7, often more like 9.

We spent our day in New York exploring Central Park and the Metropolitan Museum of Art.

A friendly New Yorker offered to take our photo with Balto – Brendon and I immediately started wondering how we could get jobs that allowed us to spend our days walking our dog through Central Park at 11am on a Tuesday. Apparently Balto contributed to stopping a deadly diptheria epidemic in the 1920s.

The ice-skating rink was set up in Central Park already – made me think of Catcher in the Rye. You could look down on the skaters from up here.

We didn’t have a huge amount of time at The Met so we focused on a few rooms. My favourite collection was the Arts of Africa, Oceania and the Americas. 

After The Met we went for lunch at an all-you-can-eat Indian buffet called Tiffin Wallah (thanks to Ben for the recommendation) – it was amazing. They had Brendon’s favourite coriander chutney and I discovered savoury doughnuts. Afterwards we caught a train back to Westerly for a few quiet days.

Someone in Westerly had this fantastic idea – but unfortunately the pocket was empty. Maybe they weren’t refilling the compliments often enough. Or maybe Pocket Koala Bear just had a hole in his pocket.

After a few days chilling we headed out to Boston to catch up with a few people and see Cut Copy at the House of Blues.

I was surprised by how stringent all the bars and venues in Boston were about ID. I left my passport at home and was using my Australian photo ID card – this resulted in security drawing two big black Xs on the backs of my hands at the Cut Copy show, which meant I couldn’t buy any drinks. At a number of bars I got lectured by managers and waitresses about how lucky I was to be getting served. WTF?! For any overseas visitors to Boston my advice is take your passport, even if you’re old!

After the Cut Copy gig (which inexplicably finished at 10pm, again, WTF?!) we checked out the Yard House in Fenway, which had a great selection of beers and midnight snacks. Other notable Boston spots this trip were Grasshopper vegan restaurant in Allston and Dok Bua Thai (an old Brendon favourite) and Shawarma King (an old Joel favourite – they have halloumi shawarma – you had me at halloumi) in Brookline. We also checked out Common Ground on Sunday night and witnessed ‘Band karoake with B11’, where punters get to perform their chosen song with a live band. Worst? An absolutely tuneless butchering of The Cure’s Friday I’m in Love. Best? The bartender closing the night with a rousing rendition of Creep by Radiohead.

Our next stop was a trip back to Portsmouth with Brendon’s mum Linda. We spent the morning wandering around the town and then headed over to her cousin’s place to check out some old photos and great 1960s family home videos.

Old barn and houses at Strawbery Banke Museum.

In the past week we’ve celebrated Thanksgiving. Thanksgiving Eve is one of America’s biggest bar nights – everyone heads out to their local to catch up with everyone they grew up with. We hung out with Matt and Ben for the day, then headed to the Sports Bar with Brendon’s brother Dillon and his mates before adjourning to a house party for a few rounds of beer pong (America’s national sport).

 I can see the appeal of Thanksgiving – it’s like Christmas in terms of the festive eating and drinking, but without the stress of Christmas shopping, trees and decorations. We had a massive Thanksgiving dinner with Brendon’s family then headed out to the bars (which all stay open) to catch up with friends.

Since we’ll be in Thailand for Christmas we also squeezed in a visit to a Christmas tree farm with the folks. (I thought Christmas trees came from the supermarket??) Linda surveyed the trees on offer and selected the right one to be sawn off and dragged home.

When we arrived in the US back in September 90 days seemed like such a long time. Now suddenly we have 3 days left in the states before we fly to Thailand. We’re running around buying our last minute supplies, hoping the Bangkok protests ease off, and trying to spend as much time as we can with everyone before we go. It’s been an eye-opener. I feel like I’ve started to understand the American mindset a bit more, though I definitely don’t always (or even often) agree with it. To me things are a lot harder over here, though America seems built on ‘convenience’. We’ve gone from 30-degree (Celsius, mofos!) days to -6 and light snow. I’ve got used to cheap alcohol and servings that could feed a family. We’ve got to spend proper time with Brendon’s family and friends and I’ve come to love them and know them and appreciate all the time they have taken out of their normal lives to hang out and have fun with us. I’ve seen Brendon’s old hangouts and found places that I love too. But by God I’m ready for Thailand!

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We’re just over halfway through our time in the US – 37 days till we leave for Thailand – so things are getting a little more hectic as we try to make the most of our last weekends. It’s really starting to cool down now, though the locals ominously insist that this is ‘nothing’ and I should ‘wait till it really gets cold’. All the dead leaves are falling off the trees and blanketing the lawns of Connecticut, much to the dismay of all the homeowners, who are out there fighting a losing battle with their leaf-blowers every other day. Brendon and his bro have been doing their bit too, not that you can tell after the next gust of wind hits.

We’ve been going for some little hikes around Columbia. Brendon’s dad told us about the Connecticut Airline State Park Trail, which was originally part of a high-speed railway line from NY to Boston built in the late-1800s. The rail line ended up going under in the ’50s and now the rail corridor has been turned into a hiking trail through the woods. There are some viaducts there (now buried under sand used to strengthen the structures) that I still want to investigate, but we made a start on part of the trail a few weeks ago.

 We climbed down to Tenmile River and followed it along. Brendon used to go fishing and exploring around here as a kid – a little more scenic than the stormwater drains I loved to roam through.

After a while we found the entrance to the airline trail and spent about an hour checking out the tall trees and surrounding farms.

When Brendon’s mum Linda was a kid she spent most of her summers staying with family in Portsmouth, New Hampshire. The foliage up that way is also supposed to be some of the prettiest in the country so, at the start of October, she, Brendon, Brendon’s bro Dillon and I drove up there. We stopped off at the Kittery Outlet stores in Maine and stocked up on cheap clothing and sneakers, then grabbed lunch at Bob’s Clam Hut (est. 1956).

Next we drove to Portsmouth and visited Linda’s cousin Nancy and her husband, John, who live in a beautiful old house that used to belong to Linda’s and Nancy’s grandma. Afterwards we went out for the best dinner at The Rosa, where I got hooked on vodka sauce, and hit up a few local bars – The Rusty Hammer (where I tried my first and last ‘black velvet’ – Guinness mixed with cider – why?) and The Portsmouth Brewery (where the craft beer nerds among us nerded out) before finishing the night with a few more pints at The British Beer Company, where there is a full-sized stuffed African lion over the bar. Portsmouth was a really cool town – by the time we left we were all ready to move there, and we’ll be going back for another visit before we leave.

The next morning I fought a crippling hangover as we bundled into the car at 8am (Kearnses are morning people) and went to check out some places Linda used to hang out as a kid. It was a cool, overcast day and the holiday season had finished a few weeks ago so the beaches and streets were surreal and deserted.

We met up with some more of Linda’s cousins for lunch in Newburyport and then drove out to their awesome farmhouse where we got to see their horse, kittens and a crazy pheasant that they’d had stuffed after it flew through the window pane on some kind of death trip. Afterwards we climbed back into the car and I slept through all the scenic foliage we passed on the way home. Damn British Beer Company!

The following morning we went to visit Brendon’s friend Ben in Troy, New York State. We got a ride there with Ben’s sister Emily and her boyfriend Mike, and spent the car trip talking mushroom-picking and dark n stormys, topics close to all our hearts. Ben was turning 30 so the plan was to hike up a mountain and camp out for the night. Brendon and I (mostly Brendon) lugged two massive 80s-style sleeping bags, about 30 beers, some vege sausages and snacks up the mountain in the rain for about 3 hours.

Finally we reached the summit and settled down to camp. This was the view from the top.

I was a little alarmed when someone commented that there was bear shit next to the spot they’d chosen to set their tent up, but I tried to stay cool. A few Rolling Rocks helped. The most seasoned camper among us managed to get a fire going and we built a makeshift shelter out of a tarp and a stick, threw some snags on the barbie, cracked the beers, put on Snow’s Pandora station and had a great night.

The next morning we rolled out of our tents and packed up for the long walk back. Ben suggested we take the shorter route, which turned out to be a ski slope, back down the mountain so everyone packed up and headed off.

We could see the road waaaay off in the distance as we slid, staggered and fell down the almost-vertical mountainside.

About halfway down the skies cleared and we got an amazing view of the autumn leaves.

An hour-and-a-half later, arses and shoes covered in mud, we made it to the road and headed to the Country View Diner for Bloody Marys and greasy diner food. Before heading home we stopped off at Ben’s place, which overlooks the Hudson River, and watched bald eagles landing in the trees across the river as we warmed up. This and Ben’s Chambord-soaked birthday cake made it all worthwhile.

We went back to the beach house to chill out for the next week, and found everything at Misquamicut wound down for the winter as well. It was so different from my first visit in summer 2011, when the beach and bars were packed with tanned tourists. Now the strip was windy and desolate and all the amusements were closed.

The oversized local seagulls had commandeered the GoKart track, using it to crack open any shellfish they caught on the pond.

 We roamed around enjoying the ghost town feeling and stopped in for a few last beers at the Windjammer to see the season out.