So, yesterday I had to opportunity to meet a really great guy; polite, well-mannered, and enjoyable company.
Oh yeah, and I got to meet Fusion, too.
Living out in the hinterlands of Southern New England, I don’t get the opportunity to meet many fellow bloggers, so it was an opportunity I couldn’t pass up when I learned that Fuse was going to be traveling through this area, and I thank him for arranging his travel schedule to accommodate my work schedule this week.
He called when he got into the Nutmeg State, and while I had given him some ideas on interesting sites to vist on the way in, he decided to press on to his hotel and tackle the sightseeing until the next morning, when (hopefully) the heat and humidity would be lower. He stopped by late Saturday afternoon, and I immediately put him to work cutting up the brush in my back yard so I could haul it away later on.
Well, not really.
We BSed for a while until Mrs. Edge, who had been out shopping, came home. Then, knowing that he had traversed the country seeing all sorts of great natural and man-made wonders, figured I’d give him a break from all that.
I brought him to the grocery store.
Hey, we all gotta eat, right?
We took a detour around town, but despite the fact that I live near a scenic ridge, Connecticut is really much more picturesque during the autumn when the leaves are changing colors and you can see the valleys and hills unobstructed. During our half hour ride, all we could see were a lot of green leaves.
While it’s a given that most of us can be someone that we’re actually not while on teh internetz, I found Fuse to be one of those people who is very much in person like his online persona. He really is good-natured, and modest. Good for him for being able to keep it real.
So we grilled up some steaks and vegetables and steamed some local corn, and polished off a few bottles of wine. He also called Kimba so we could say hi the old fashioned way, by voice. I told her that she sounded like “one of those British birds in a 60’s spy flick.” She protested, understandably, that she didn’t sound British at all. I told her that might be true, but were there any 60’s Australian spy flicks?
Kimba, you know I’m just teasing you, right? You have a nice, sexily husky, womanly, Brit Aussie voice.
Oh, and we really did not take Fusion to Outback Steakhouse for “authentic” Aussie cuisine.
Afterwards he showed us some of the highlights of over 6,000 pics of his trip to Oz last year. We kept the poor guy up until midnight, so I hope he had a chance to sleep and get off to a decent start this morning.
We did give him some brownies to take for the road, though. You know, just in case he gets stranded and needs some sustenance to keep his strength up. He’ll spend a few more days around New England, and head out mid-week to parts south of here.
Travel well, bro.