The New Blog

This is the first post of a new blog. As some of you are aware, one of us used to have another blog. To make a long story short, that blog became too hard to maintain ("for a variety of reasons"). Furthermore, the writer of that blog is no longer fully eligible to write about the subjects he once did, inter alia dating. If you understood the previous blog, you will understand the loss of such eligibility.

Hence the genesis of this new blog. Some parts will be the same as the old blog. Most parts will not be. Among other things, this blog will contain occasional "domestic experiments." These will be given in more detail as they present themselves. Hence the reason the blog contains the title "Domestic Engineers." 

Gone will be the rude social commentary of the previous blog. This blog will be presented under the guise of normalcy and will tangentially fall into the genre of "mommy blogs." Except neither writer is a mommy (and some of us never will be). 

Because married people are somehow inherently more interesting to persons of the Internet, this blog will talk about people that are married. If we had done these same things when we were single, no one would have cared. But now we are suddenly interesting. Previous blog validated.

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We will now give a synopsis of some of the events of our past two weeks or so. This seems to be how these "We are married" blogs work. You literally just tell people what you did and they actually read it and find it entertaining. (At least one of us here at Domestic Engineers (DE) must admit that he reads some blogs of that type). 

Since most of the days sort of bleed together, we will dispense with trying to keep track of a day by day detailing and will just touch on the highlights. If we had some sort of offspring, we probably could just post pictures of our offspring sitting in various positions and call it good. But, as we are all aware, such posts are impossible for at least 36 and a half weeks. Warning: If you hold your breath waiting for such a post, you will probably not live to see it since the average homo sapien can only live for 49 minutes without oxygen to the brain. You will be several years short I am guessing.

Blah, blah, blah you are now thinking. Okay, I will cut to the chase.

We could devote an entire post just to "The Wedding." Unfortunately, this Domestic Engineer remembers pretty much nothing. So that part will be skipped.

I will pick up the story from the point where we flew out to vacation. While pit stopped in Boise, ID, this person got on the airplane...

Awwwww yeah!

Once we landed, the rental car girl tried to convince us to rent a convertible. Mind you we had just touched down in Portland, OR and it was a downpour. Rental car lady had pink hair and body piercings, but still, we here at DE expected some level of intelligence from a person working in the Portland Thrifty Car Rental. 

After declining 23 other "special limited one time offers" from our rosey-topped friend at Thrifty, we were on our way. The male Domestic Engineer then proceeded to run a stop sign and almost blow up the engine because he had accidentally shifted the automatic transmission into DIY mode. After getting that sorted out, we checked into the hotel. This was the view from the window:

Not that inspiring

The view at the next hotel was much better. This time we were on the eight floor and had a special packaged deal that included free lunch and dinner. (Although there is no such thing as a truly free lunch of course).

The next day we began to make our way toward the coast. While driving there we saw an aviation museum cum water park. These are of course two attractions that usually do not go together. But the water park had slides coming out of a Boeing 747 that was attached to the roof, so I guess that was the connection. Because the museum and water park charged a $55 entrance fee (per person), we decided to skip that part of the experience. We had to content ourselves by looking at a few rusty planes they had sitting outside the museum.

The first hotel we stayed at near the coast was adequate. They got the reservation wrong and there are ongoing battles for refunds, but we will leave that story for another day.

After two nights at this first coastal place, we moved further up the coast to another hotel. This hotel was in a thriving metropolis of 25 full time residents. This is a picture of their biggest store:

At least they offer options with the beverage. After all, it is not every gas station Kwik-E-Mart that can claim to be the sole provider of both Coke and Pepsi products for the town. After one hour in this town, we decided to cancel our next night in the place and move on to Seaside, OR. 

Going to Seaside was maybe the best decision of the entire journey. This is a place we would certainly go back to. And that actually had stores that sold more than Bud Light and cigarettes.

This pretty much sums up the trip. As time goes on, we will flesh the blog out more and update you on our further adventures and experiments in et domesticam vitam (the domestic life).