Greg and I went on vacation earlier this month. We took our tour of New England, traveling through Mystic, Connecticut, Rhode Island, continuing up through Martha’s Vineyard, P-town, Cape Cod, Plymoth and finally, a two-day tour of Boston, a place Greg has never seen while sober.

While in P-town (also described to me by friends as “the gayest place on earth”), I found an adorable stuffed animal that I had to have. One to add to my fat, cute animal collection (a subject Greg can expand on, I’m sure.)

I was really excited about him. So I took a picture of him as we drove down the Cape:

We never felt the need to have a mascot for our trips the way some people have gnomes and such. When we went got to Boston, we were too late to walk around in the graveyard of Sam Adams. But in hopes to have some memory of seeing it, we put the hedgehog in the picture on a whim. We kept attempting to get a good picture of this and in the process, drew out a multiple reactions from passerbys that we never expected. Words of encouragement, compliments on the hedgehog, stories of similar experiences with their stuffed animals. One lady just giggled and pointed at the hedgehog repeatedly.

This very bizzare occurance that meant one of two things:

We spent far too much time trying to get this Sam Adams picture.

OR

Having drawn such a reaction from multiple strangers, I guess we were stuck with a mascot now.

Here’s the rest of the hedgehog’s trip:

One of many attempts to get a photo with Mr. Adams.

The places we went.

This picture looks like he pissed off Greg.

Overall, a fun vacation that took us to new places and gave us a mascot we never meant to have. Now all he needs is a name. Suggestions?