July 6, 2009: The occasion of my Uncle Joe's 80th Birthday party at his daughter's house in CT.
My Impression: Since I'd never been to Donna's house, it was interesting to see the outside of the house looking as though it was in the middle of Italy, nestled among other contemporary houses on a cul-de-sac. Once there, I got the tour. She does a business at her house in her finished cellar so that was the first bathroom I got to see and although I didn't have much of an experience with it, I'm posting it.

The bathroom I did have an experience with was upstairs on the first floor. As I was entering the bathroom, the smell was heavenly... not sure what it was, but was very comforting. Not too strong. Unfortunately, I wore a pair of nice dress slacks that were NOT easy to get out of and I had this frantic urge to pee. Compounded by the fact that, I realized I could hear water running.... and running.... not the kind from the toilet, but a babbling brook kind. I looked around and didn't see much of anything. But between the running water sounds (both), I was there for longer than expected. Oh well.
