I think today, January 23rd, would be a good day to finish this. I am at the 2 month post-trip mark today, so here we go...
OK, so I just finished up a couple of solo rides on BTMR. I decided to catch the Omnibus near the Hub and ride up Main Street to the train station. Some sights along the way:
My fondness for riding the Omnibus has grown over the past few visits, but it is especially fun to ride when the Christmas music is playing as you soak in all the Christmas decorations.
Looks like I arrived at Main Street station a little after 9:30.
My next stop was Blue Ribbon Bakery for my fave: Chocolate Chocolate Chip Muffin and Hot Chocolate to be enjoyed on the Front Porch.
I thought the little gingerbread men decorations were so cute! (And not creepy like the marching gingerbread men with the flat backs that are in the parade...although I think it is so clever to give them flat backs. I just wouldn't want one of those chasing me in a dark alley!)
There's my bakery item of choice...down on the bottom. Yum! So moist and chocolatey.
And my ever-so-cute holiday mug...
Sad story. I drank my hot chocolate and then carried my mug around that last 2-ish hours. It seems like I had a bag to put it in, maybe? Anyway, my plan was to rinse it out when I had the chance. I am not sure what happened other than forgetting to do so. It got shoved in our carry on luggage while we were waiting for our shuttle to pick us up and take us to the airport. I remember thinking I would just rinse it out when we got back to my husband's parents' house later that day. Well, I completely forgot as we were in the throes of Thanksgiving and family time. Then when we got home, the busy-ness of life picked up with 3 boys' birthdays and Christmas stuff. We had been home for a couple of weeks and I STILL hadn't finished unpacking from our trip. It was kind of a "pull things out of the suitcase as you need them" type of deal. Well, I didn't NEED my holiday mug. In fact, I had completely forgotten about my holiday mug. Which was still sporting hot chocolate residue. From a few weeks earlier.

So finally... I finished unpacking after being home for several weeks. I pulled out a plastic bag and my heart sank as I felt the mug through the bag. (OK, maybe my heart didn't sink. That's a little dramatic for a non-dramatic person.) But still...I did gasp as I remembered the state the mug was in when I put it in that bag. Dare I open it? Or just throw it away? Back and forth I went. I ended up deciding to open it. Because I knew I would always wonder the status if I didn't at least take a peek. Well...

...it was disgusting. 3 more emoticons worth.



It was reminiscent of a Jr. High mold-related science project. I had never seen anything quite like it as this greenish-steamish-stuff escaped when I opened the lid. It was so weird. I quickly closed it, re-wrapped it and took it out to the trash. I opened the window to get some fresh air and contemplated writing some kind of note explaining what had happened in case breathing in that green steamy stuff resulted in...well, something not-so-good. But I decided not to. Ugh. So that is the tale of my ever-so-cute holiday mug that is no more.
Anyway, back to actually purchasing the muffin and mug o' hot chocolate. I was pleased to find that my spot on the Front Porch was vacant and waiting for me. Off I went. Views as I enjoyed my breakfast treat:
Something was amiss as I sat there. It wasn't nearly as magical as usual. Then it dawned on me that the Christmas music wasn't playing. There was NO music playing on Main Street at all. It was so odd. It almost felt as if I was sitting in Anywhere, U.S.A.

I always knew the music added to that magical Main Street feeling, but I didn't realize until now -- when there was no music at all -- how big a part of the magic the music is for me. It was very disappointing, sitting there for 15-20 minutes in near silence. Regarding the typical sounds of Main Street, that is. Even the clip-clop of the horses and the occasional honk of the Main Street vehicles didn't have that same

as they do when the music is playing in the background.
Eventually J arrived and met me on the Front Porch. I gave him the rest of my muffin. Apparently the music-less Main Street affected my appetite as well!