Friday night Travalon came up and stayed at Rich’s house,
since we had to attend a class Saturday morning at 8:30 all the way in Fort
Atkinson. We wanted to go to the Avenue Bar for fish fry, but they were crazy
busy with an hour wait, so we went to the East Side Club. To our surprise, they
now have Crandall’s catering there instead of DeBroux, so we happily got their
baked haddock with a parmesan crust. So good! We had to make it an early
evening because of the cruel hour of the class the next morning, but we had
time to check out the Igloo Bar in the lower level of the East Side Club, which
has some delicious drinks. There was one called the Frostbite that was kind of
like a grasshopper without ice cream, and a shot called the Gingerbread Man
really did taste like a cookie. It had Bailey’s, Goldschlager, and I’ve
forgotten the third ingredient. Guess you’ll just have to go there yourself if
you want to find it out.
On Saturday, Travalon and I took a required class for
getting married in the Catholic Church, “God’s Plan for a Joy-Filled Marriage.”
We were the oldest ones in the room, other than the instructor and the priest,
and every time the instructor said, “You young people,” I was tempted to say, “What
are we, chopped liver?” The class consisted of watching video segments and
following along in a workbook, then taking some time to write answers to essay
questions. We shared the answers with each other and found this part of the
class to be most useful. The video was kind of boring, and we entertained each
other by doodling in our workbooks. We were probably the worst-behaved couple
in the class, the “back of the bus kids,” despite our advanced age. I’ll say
this for it, though – it was a good bonding activity. Nothing like being bored
together to bring people closer.
After the class we drove back to Madtown and stopped at the
East Side Club’s Igloo Bar for a celebratory drink: “We survived our class! One
down, two to go!” (The second one is tonight, supposedly not canceled due to
cold – even if everything else is – and is only an hour and a half.) Then we
stopped into the Chocolaterian for Parisian style hot chocolate and other
goodies, and then we went to dinner with Rich at El Pastor. After Travalon
headed home, Rich invited me over for a cup of tea, so I showed him the doodles
in my workbook. He sent me home early so I could get up for Mass the next day.
Which I did.
Famous Hat
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