{"id":296,"date":"2003-12-31T10:49:38","date_gmt":"2003-12-31T15:49:38","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/?p=296"},"modified":"2022-10-09T13:00:56","modified_gmt":"2022-10-09T17:00:56","slug":"you-know-youre-from-roe-dylin-if","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/?p=296","title":{"rendered":"You know you&#8217;re from Roe Dylin&#8217; if&#8230;"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Just found<a href=\"http:\/\/www.matthewjcook.com\/personal\/ri.shtml\"> this very funny list about Roe Dylindaz<\/a>.  (Rhode Islanders&#8230; to the uninitiated.)<\/p>\n<p>Half of these I do exhibit, although I am now in exile from my homeland.<\/p>\n<p>Check out this post I wrote a while back about <a href=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/?p=54\">getting directions from a Rhode Islander<\/a>.  In it I say: <i>Rhode Island is the kind of state where you ask for directions, and this is what someone will tell you: &#8220;Okay, so you go down this street and you take a right where the A&#038;P used to be &#8230; then you stay on that road, and when you come to the end of it, take a left where the Bess Eaton used to be &#8230; and what you&#8217;re looking for is on Rt. 138 where that Tae Kwan Do studio used to be.&#8221;<\/i>  Rhode Islanders give directions based on things that USED to be there.<\/p>\n<p>Well, one of the items on this &#8220;You know you&#8217;re from Rhode Island if&#8230;&#8221; list is:<\/p>\n<blockquote><p>You have used a demolished landmark such as ALMACS or Finast when giving directions.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>Oh, I felt vindicated.<\/p>\n<p>As I read the list, many many memories came to my mind:<\/p>\n<p>&#8212; <i>You own garden tools from Job Lot<\/i>.  (I have a watering can that I bought at Job Lot in Wakefield.  Of course I do.  Job Lot&#8217;s the best.)<\/p>\n<p>&#8212; <i>Your first live concert was at The Civic Center or Rocky Point<\/i>.  (The first concert I ever went to was Huey Lewis at the Civic Center &#8211; which is NO LONGER CALLED THE CIVIC CENTER &#8211; but just so you know:  everybody in RI still calls it the Civic Center, and will, until the sun rises no more.)<\/p>\n<p>&#8212; <i>You still call the Rhode Island Mall the Midland Mall<\/i>.  (The RI Mall has not been &#8220;the Midland Mall&#8221; since I was in high school, many many years ago, but I still refer to it as &#8220;the Midland Mall&#8221; &#8211; and have to take a minute to remember the &#8220;new&#8221; name of it.  &#8220;New&#8221; meaning something that is 20 years old.)<\/p>\n<p>&#8212; <i>You know what a burger &#8220;The Newport Creamery Way&#8221; is<\/i>.  (Ah, Newport Creamery &#8211; which has very recently closed its doors.  It&#8217;s like a Friendly&#8217;s, but much friendlier, and VERY Rhode Island.  They sell huge chocolate shakes called Awful Awfuls.  My friends and I spent more time at Newport Creamery than we ever spent in the hallowed halls of high school.  Newport Creamery also put us under a spell, which I will call &#8220;The Laughing Spell&#8221;.  Any time we sat down to eat there, hilarity and hi-jinks ensued.  So much so that we literally could not get ourselves together enough to order.  The waitress would come over to our table, and we would collectively start howling with laughter.  Another favorite Newport Creamery story is from my college years:  a bitchy Newport Creamery waitress made the mistake of saying something bitchy to my already-very-bitchy friend Sue (I say that with love.)  It became a bitch-fest, Rhode Island-style.  Sue said, &#8220;I&#8217;d like to get the banana split with extra fudge, please.&#8221;  The bitchy waitress said, &#8220;Uhm &#8230; that&#8217;s called a Double-Fudge-Ramalama Ding Dong.&#8221;  (Or whatever.  Basically, the waitress corrected Sue.)  Sue gave her a withering glare and said, &#8220;I don&#8217;t care if it&#8217;s called Wannie on the Half-Shell.  That&#8217;s what I want, bitch.&#8221;  (Heads up:  &#8220;Wannie&#8221; was one of our joke names for &#8220;vagina&#8221; in college.)  We all BURST into laughter, and literally did not stop laughing until we left the restaurant.  We were under the spell.<\/p>\n<p>&#8212; <i>You think vodka and Del&#8217;s is a great combination<\/i>.  (What &#8211; you&#8217;re gonna tell me it&#8217;s not??)<\/p>\n<p>&#8212; <i>You put vinegar on your french fries.<\/i> (Of course I do.  It is the only way to go.  I never ever ever put ketchup on my fries.  Only vinegar.)<\/p>\n<p>&#8212; <i>You can recognize a Cranston accent<\/i>.  (Not only can I recognize it, but I can do it to a T.  In Cranston, all &#8220;r&#8221;s become &#8220;v&#8221;s: Cvanston Vho Diland = Cranston, Rhode Island.)<\/p>\n<p>&#8212; <i>You&#8217;ve eaten at Haven Brothers, drunk<\/i>.  (Yes, I have.  Many many many many times.  Haven Brothers is &#8230; well, God, it is actually hard to explain.  It is <a href=\"http:\/\/www.providenceri.com\/richardbenjamin\/rb_18.html\">late-night eatery <u>on wheels<\/u><\/a> in downtown Providence &#8211; and I don&#8217;t think anyone who is sober has ever eaten there.)<\/p>\n<p>&#8212; <i>You know what &#8220;ProJo&#8221; stands for<\/i>.  (The <i>Providence Journal<\/i>, of course.)<\/p>\n<p>&#8212; <i>You always start giving directions by saying, &#8220;Well, you get on 95.&#8221;  <\/i>(That is hilarious.  I&#8217;m sorry, but it is.  And so true.  I would add to this:  &#8220;You always start giving directions by saying, &#8220;So you pass the Dunkin Donuts, and then you get on 95&#8230;&#8221;)<\/p>\n<p>&#8212; <i>You know what Allie&#8217;s makes<\/i>.  (The best donuts in the world.  Krispy Kreme&#8217;s are NOTHIN&#8217; to Allie&#8217;s Donuts.  Because there is now a freeway which bypasses the Allie&#8217;s Donuts road &#8211; thereby re-routing all the traffic &#8211; I am not sure of the fate of Allie&#8217;s.  Do any of my friends who still live in RI know?  My family and I used to stop at Allie&#8217;s on our way up to Massachusetts on Christmas, Easter, etc.  It was always a huge treat.  The donuts are twice as large as regular donuts &#8211; huge.  And steaming hot from the oven, with the glazed sugar dripping off of them.)<\/p>\n<p>&#8212; <i>You know what a &#8220;package store&#8221; is.<\/i>  (When in the borders of the state of Rhode Island, I say, &#8220;We should go to the package store&#8230;&#8221;  Or &#8211; no, that&#8217;s true.  A true Rhode Island saying is: &#8220;Let&#8217;s do a packy run.&#8221;  A PACKY RUN.  Here in the Manhattan area, I just say &#8220;liquor store.&#8221;  But I think &#8220;packy run&#8221; has a much better feel to it.)<\/p>\n<p>&#8212; <i>You&#8217;ve gone to Cumbie&#8217;s for milk or gas<\/i>.  (HAHAHAHA  Cumbie&#8217;s!!)<\/p>\n<p>&#8212; <i>You know that there is never any school in Fosta-Glosta when it snows<\/i>.  (Okay, these are all such inside jokes &#8211; but I love them.  &#8220;Fosta-Glosta&#8221; is the joined name of &#8220;Foster&#8221; and &#8220;Gloucester&#8221; said in Rhode Island accents &#8211; and whenever we, as children, would huddle by the radio on snowy mornings, waiting to hear if our school down in the south of the state would be canceled &#8211; the list of &#8220;snow day&#8221; schools ALWAYS began with &#8220;Fosta-Glosta&#8221;.  The kids in &#8220;Fosta-Glosta&#8221; were so lucky.  We envied them.  We lived closer to the ocean down in our neck of the woods, so most of the time we had school since the snow invariably would turn to rain or mist.  That is, <a href=\"http:\/\/members.aol.com\/windgusts\/Blizzard_78.html\">except for in 1978<\/a>.)<\/p>\n<p>Anyway, there are more amusing things on this list &#8230; I especially like the running joke about getting your car mechanic to give you a new inspection sticker even though your car failed.<\/p>\n<p>That is so true.<\/p>\n<p>And now, gotta go do a packy run.  I&#8217;m goin&#8217; to a pahtee t&#8217;night.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.matthewjcook.com\/personal\/ri.shtml\">Here&#8217;s a link to that list again<\/a>.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Just found this very funny list about Roe Dylindaz. (Rhode Islanders&#8230; to the uninitiated.) Half of these I do exhibit, although I am now in exile from my homeland. 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