All This Independence & Nothing to Do

So, I’ve been looking for a fireworks display to attend on July 4th. Usually, I just go to Wickham Park and watch the Hartford fireworks from the hill, but this year the Riverfest display won’t be until July 11. As far as I can tell, Manchester isn’t having any either. It’s all a bit sad, but should you show up at Wickham Park on Saturday you’ll find flying objects of a decidedly less sparkly nature. Bring your reflexes with you because disc golfers are taking over the park that day for The Greater Hartford Disc Golf Open.

We’re trying to get an insider to write about this for us, and maybe take a few pictures but I hear these golfers are intense. In any case, if you find yourself with a ton of hard won independence and not a damn thing to do on the 4th of July, go check out the GHDGO.

In the Name of All Things Holy (and Wicked Gay)

I was lulled into a false sense of security after the Constitution State finally recognized my constitutional right to marry, and had been enjoying a months long slumber. I was, however, jarred awake by a beaten and shrill Perez Hilton. (This isn’t the first time it’s happened, but was certainly the most disturbing.) Before I could deal with my feelngs about Hilton, an out gay man, instigating a physical altercation by calling will.i.am, of the Black Eyed Peas a “faggot,” I found this article describing the exorcism of a “gay demon” from a 16-year-old Connecticut boy at Manifested Glory Ministries in Bridgeport.

Beware the Chicken Rebellion

Today on my way to work I saw a couple of chickens hunting for their morning breakfast on the side of the road. I drive through Easton, so  that’s not all that weird. But if you knew me, then you’d know this is the third commute that has been plagued by fowl of the edible kind, and frankly, it’s starting to get weird.

During a very dark time in my life, I lived in New Jersey. I commuted from Edgewater into NYC every day via NJ Transit bus. Quite often I read, or just went to sleep, but every once in awhile, I just stared out the window. On one such occasion I was rather surprised to see a couple of chickens hanging out on the roadside.

Can You Feel a Grand New Day?

You too can be a part of the faith...if you really want.

On my way to work today, I was greeted by a not entirely welcome sight. I had been out late, I was tired, and as per usual, I was running late. However, scores of frumpy looking women in their Walmart best were plodding along the streets leading to the XL Center–completely atypical Downtown Hartford weekday people. I managed not to hit any of them with my car (even the slowest moving among them), but they caused some very unChristian language to pass over my lips as I maneuvered Yoda the Toyota around them.

You can imagine my mixed emotions when I walked through the XL Center (after having barreled through as many of the slow asses as possible to get to my usual shortcut) only to find a sign proclaiming “Women of Faith.” Part of me thought, “Well that explains it” and the other part thought “God is going to smite me momentarily.”

Moving On Up

We are always talking about taking one of those “Best Places to Live” stories and comparing Connecticut’s cities with the ones that make the list. Then we get lazy and forget about it. So, we here at The CuT were especially happy to see one of our very own make it onto that list…but our joy was quickly replaced with a deep feeling of confusion. While we all agree that CT does have some great places to live, I think we would also all agree (except the PrissyBitch) that Bridgeport is not at the top of that list. Apparently, though, Business Week takes the PrissyBitch view of things. I guess they didn’t see the santeria voodoo cult story from yesterday.

What Could We Possibly Say?

BRIDGEPORT, Conn.  —  Police in Connecticut have confirmed that a skull found in a bloody basement where they believe sacrificial rituals were performed is a human skull.

Bridgeport Detective Keith Bryant says the medical examiner’s office made the determination Wednesday. Now there is an anthropological review to try to determine the sex and age of the person and when he or she died.

It’s About Freaking Time: CT Science Center Opening

the fancy giant lcd was broken out for the grand pre-opening

There’s a new kid in town and it’s about time. The Connecticut Science Center’s long-awaited opening is slated to happen this Friday, June 12, at 1p.m. Their gala grand pre-opening occurred two weeks ago, and a soft opening for premier level members was held last weekend. However, for us regular schmoes, it’s this Friday, complete with ribbon cutting ceremony and other activities and entertainment.

Connecticut is for Winos

A cell phone picture of my wine at Gouveia in Wallingford

Virginia might be for lovers, but Connecticut is for winos ( at least on the East Coast because really, Sonoma takes it all on the West Side).

Connecticut might not be the best conditions for growing grapes, and some of the wineries might have to import some of their grapes, but for a cheap day out (and who can’t use a cheap day out?), Connecticut wineries are the way to go.

Many of the wineries operate seasonally, and most are open for business (and have vino flowing) by now. However, some, as I tragically found out this weekend, aren’t open until later in the summer. For about $5 you can taste a winery’s vintages and keep the glass. Red wine lovers, don’t expect great reds. Most of them are a little thin on taste, unless they were made from imported grapes. The whites, which I’m not a big fan of in general, aren’t bad though.

Guess She Won’t Be Wearing that Again

Watching your house burn down around you would be disturbing enough. Being rescued by a woman in a wedding dress would be downright terrifying…especially if you’re a spinster who doesn’t want to leave your cats behind.

Monday, June 01, 2009

BRIDGEPORT, Conn. —  A Connecticut newlywed in her wedding gown is being credited with helping save a family from a Bridgeport house fire.