Last Wednesday Strawberry Fields Whatever went on vacation together, on the island of Martha's Vineyard. We stayed till Friday morning and squeezed so much fun and beauty and whimsy and food into those 40 or whatever hours. Here are lots of pictures from our perfect vacay.
LIZ: Here's me and LJ on the bus from Boston! LJ's the one on the left, in case you somehow don't know us. The bus was totally the worst part of everything, but still we are so radiant and bright-eyed.
LJ: I like this photo because I'm an "angelic goof" in it. Liz is sly.
LIZ: And here's LJ on the ferry, being Nan Rupert. You'll learn more about Nan Rupert in like two and a half minutes.
LJ: As I'm sure you can imagine, I'm very into my Nan pic. I look so "tra-la-la" and droll, and it's magic how my plastic cup of beer has somehow turned itself into a deep rouge strawberry daiquiri! However, the photo (below) of me looking SO HAPPY while Liz is sly (again! Liz was so slyyyyyy en route to Martha's Vineyard) and George Harrison-y in the background is definitely my fav pic from our ferry ride, because my face looks as happy as I truly was. Our ferry was named "Island Home," by the way, which is lovely, and should be the name of a Kinks song, from 1966.
I REALLY fucking loved the ferry. I remember thinking, on the ferry, that "it seems right now like" being on that ferry was one of the greatest and most important things that had ever happened to me. It was almost sad to look forward and imagine all the other great and important things that were about to happen to me on Martha's Vineyard, over the course of the next couple of days- I was a little bit worried that I'd forget all about the ferry.
But I wouldn't! I never did. The ferry was one of my favorite parts of all Martha's Vineyard, and one of my favorite moments of the whole ferry was when Liz and I were both looking out at the light against the waves of the water, we were silent, and I thought how nice it was to get to spend my time with someone who also just wanted to look out at the waves and be silent, and neither of us had to to explain about it, or apologize, or try to compete over who loved the waves the most or how or why we loved them. So here are those two perfect wave-watchers:
LIZ: And then we got to the island and met up with Jen! Look how cute she is, with her wine and banana. This photo was taken on the back porch, with a stunning view of the tennis courts at our lovely Martha's Vineyard Resort.
LJ: I agree that Jen is extremely cute.
LIZ: Oh my god our hotel room was so great. It was like an entire mini-house, with a kitchen and living room and a gigantic bedroom downstairs and another bedroom in a little loft/attic space that you accessed by climbing a spiral staircase. That was my bedroom and I miss it so much. I made this photo the wallpaper on my iPhone home screen and now I just stare at all the time and dream of being back in that bed.
LJ: Jen and I were Martha's Vineyard roommates because we are both insomniacs who need to pee a million times before we fall asleep or else we'll have worse insomnia over not having easy access to a toilet. We slept in a king-size bed that was very comfortable and great but also excessively huge. Oh rich people and their crazy needs! There is no reason for any bed to ever be that big.
LIZ: Our first island dinner was at the Lookout Tavern, where we sat outside at a picnic table. Jen got hearts-of-palm salad and fries, LJ and I split a lobster roll and fried clam strips. For drinks Jen and I had margaritas and LJ had something called Catcher in the Rye, which I think involved bourbon? Maybe she'll explain. After dinner we had beers at the bar of a restaurant called Nancy's, then went back to the room and dished and gabbed.
LJ: Sure! I'd love to talk about my Catcher in the Rye, the most ideally-suited to me drink I've ever drunk, right down to its JD Salinger-themed name. It was: Bulleit bourbon, ginger ale, soda water, lots of ice, and lemon and lime. I like how I am eyeing those clam strips fucking lecherously.
LIZ: So one of the most important things we did on Martha's Vineyard was conceptualize a feature film, which happened during our Wednesday-night gab sesh. The movie's titled Blurred Lines 1: it's written by Laura Jane Faulds, Elizabeth Barker, and Jen May, and directed by Wes Anderson. Set at a tiki party on Martha's Vineyard in the early 1960s, Blurred Lines 1 stars Laura Jane Faulds as Nan Rupert, Elizabeth Barker as Tippi Taylor, Jen May as Kit Jones, plus the entire cast of Mad Men as the tiki-party guests. Here are our preliminary notes on the characters/plot: