RISD Barrington Beach/Farm

So I have been on the job for a total of four - count them, FOUR - days, but I have already gotten to experience the best part of any job: office parties. All of the summer teachers (artsy college student people with odd haircuts and armpit hair) are leaving, so the bosses drove us to a picnic. NOTE: Picnics are the second best kind of party. Mystery parties = first best. First best = real set of words I can put together.

I wish I had known about this beforehand because I would have actually brought a camera. The spread was one thing - grilled vegetables, cheesecake, berries, cucumber salad, crusty bread, mozzarella cheese, peach cobbler, the wings of far too many chickens...oh how I wish there could be a party every week - but the site might have been better.

We drove to Barrington, this suburb of Providence with an enormous golf course that is also apparently dry. (Did you know any city in America is dry? Whhhhaaatt?) In Barrington, the Rhode Island School of Design (RISD) has this farm/beach that they use for some of their continuing education classes. (Sorry for so many parathesises, but that super makes me want to go back to school. I want a farm/beach.) It was really just this wide open green space with pretty round picnic tables and a big hill that dipped into the beach. It was probably the perfect day to go to a beach though - sunny, blue skies, enough wind to keep you cool. The office people walked along the beach for a while (after escaping more team-reflecting, summer-finishing, going-to-miss-you games being held by the leaving teachers,) and I realized how long it's been since I came to a beach. So long, in fact, that when I picked up one shell, I immediately thought it was a plastic piece from some kind of Little Mermaid playset. Yeah. It was that perfect.

So I don't have any pictures of RISD's beach, but I did take some pictures of the shells I hoarded from the beach. I tried to be all artsy about it too, 'cause you know, I got to fake that stuff now.