Thinking Man's Mickey

During my illness, I have been going back and reading old diary and prayer journal entries, and I came across something back in the era of all my YouTube videos that said I was going to create a trance song called “Thinking Man’s Mickey” with alternating chords in G major and G minor. No more information than that, and now I can’t remember what else I might have had in mind, but that title was just too fabulous to pass up, so I have to create a blog post about it. Another thing I came across in all this reading was the fact that I would say things about other people that are honest but cruel, thinking it’s not gossip if it’s true. Sadly, some of my blog posts are like that, going back a couple of years. The person who most encouraged me to indulge in this deplorable behavior is no longer a part of my life, so hopefully from now on I will be kinder. And so now I have a topic to go along with my title. Imagine this with alternating G major and minor chords playing behind it. (Presumably this is why I wanted to call it “Thinking Man’s Mickey,” because it would lull you into a trance.)

A word is a thought, an idea, an ideal,

A collection of sounds meaning something that is real.

Strung together like a necklace, each word could be a jewel,

Or taken altogether they could be very cruel.

As a collection they could tell a story that is true

Or an outright lie, or something between the two.

The highest calling for a word is to be spoken in prayer;

All words are important, whether the speaker is aware

Or not of their impact, which is why they should be used

Carefully, because they are so easily abused.

When I examine my sins, they stand out scarlet red,

And the cruelest things I’ve ever done are things that I’ve said.

My painful atonement will almost certainly be

Every horrid thing I’ve ever said repeated to me

On my Judgment Day, and if I don’t wince at my own gall,

I can never hope to attain a place within the Master’s Hall.

So I make a solemn vow never to say anything bad,

Which will last as long as nobody ever makes me mad.

No, I’m not perfect, but I’ll give it my best shot

So I can stand in God’s presence and not end up somewhere hot.

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Together in Sickness (and in Health)

Now that I am married, I have discovered being sick isn’t as bad when you have someone else to be sick with you. Travalon and I both have colds, so for the last few days we haven’t done much except get outside a little bit to enjoy the beautiful weather. Having an old dog helps, since Rodney does not want to go on a vigorous walk these days. We took him to Indian Lake yesterday, and he ambled along at a leisurely pace that was easy for us to match in our pathetic state. With someone else in the house, it’s not as boring being stuck at home, and we took a drive on Saturday out by Lake Wisconsin to get some fresh air. The big excitement in our lives this past week was that Ma and Pa Hat came through town on Thursday evening and again on Sunday afternoon. Thursday Travalon and I met them for dinner at the Nau-Ti-Gal, but we were both so under the weather that we probably weren’t very interesting dinner companions. Yesterday Richard Bonomo, Luxuli, and Prairie Man joined Travalon, my folks, and me at Pizzeria Uno’s, where we had a perfect seat to watch the Pack beat the Bears. Yes, the Bears still suck. Travalon and I haven’t gotten much exercise during our illness, other than walking Rodney, and today I could barely survive my lunchtime rosary walk. Meanwhile, Rich was at the health club at 5:30 this morning, so UGGH Club is going strong, even if it has a solid membership of one. Someday I will get back to working out in the mornings…

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Pictures of New York

Sorry for my silence the last few days. Travalon and I have both had bad colds. Tonight we are having a quiet Saturday night at home: Travalon cooked dinner, then we prayed the rosary, and now he is watching college football while I am taking the opportunity to put some photos of our trip to Long Island on my blog, to make up for not blogging for days. First is the famous lighthouse at Montauk Point, as memorialized in my techno song of the same name.

 

This is the beach at Fire Island, which I thought was so beautiful with all the colorful umbrellas.

The next few photos are from Argyle Park, where my cousin's wedding was held.

 

 

 

This is the lighthouse on Fire Island.

 

 These houses make me think of the ones we saw on Grand Isle, Louisiana.

 

A couple of boats on Captree Island:

 

 

Here is my cousin's wedding cake. She made the adorable topper herself!

 

 This is Famous Hat in Times Square with Elmo and a Minion.

We saw this giant button with a needle near Times Square.

 

These are pictures from the train, of the beautiful Hudson River and a very polite railroad post.

 

 

I thought the Cosby Kids were in Philadelphia, but it looks like Rudy has a restaurant in Albany!

 

This beautiful Catholic church was right by the train station in Albany.

 

 And finally, back in Wisconsin, here is the promised sign from the Barn, one of the taverns featured in Bottoms Up.

I also have a very funny picture of a truck altered to say something obscene but am not sure I should post it on a family blog, so look for it on Failblog.

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Acedia: The Everyday Blues

At the request of Luxuli, who so enjoyed my “First World Blues” song that she even thought about commenting, I am writing another blues song about everyday matters. This one is about acedia, a problem I seem to have more as autumn approaches so maybe it’s really just Seasonal Affective Disorder. I call this “The Everyday Blues”:

Woke up this morning and got out of bed,

Wished that my pillow was still under my head.

And then I made coffee, just like every day,

And I always do it the same old way.

Got the everyday blues,

Goin’ through the motions and then,

Tomorrow I’ll get up

And do it again.

I checked my email one thousand times,

And then I thought of a couple of rhymes,

Maybe something will happen, or not,

Maybe I’ll just sit here and rot.

Got the everyday blues,

Bored out of my mind,

Wasted the whole day

While for excitement I pined.

Don’t care that I don’t care about how I look,

Can’t seem to get into this really long book,

It’s just so much effort to work and to pray,

You just have to do it again the next day.

Got the everyday blues,

Little too much routine,

Sometimes I feel

Like a soulless machine.

So what is the cure?

Here’s what works for me,

Scrubbing the bathroom

And praying the rosary!

Beat the everyday blues,

Keep acedia at bay,

Ora et labora

Is the very best way.

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Festivals: Cheese Days and Thai Fest

Friday night instead of going out for a fish fry, Travalon baked us some Cajun catfish at home. It was so good! I just love home-cooked meals! Travalon is an A+ husband. He always takes the garbage out on Thursdays too. After eating fish, we went swimming and watched the next installment of The Roosevelts, which is a really absorbing documentary by Ken Burns. Luxuli and Prairie Man watched it too, at their own place.

Saturday was a gorgeous day, so Travalon and I went to Cheese Days in Monroe with Rodney, which was maybe not the best idea. He is so little, and the place was so crowded, that he kept getting stepped on. Travalon had to pick him up and carry him. We had Cajun cheese curds and cheesecake on a stick, but you had to wait in line to buy tickets for beer, and then wait in the beer line, so we left and went to New Glarus. That place was also hopping. Oops, no pun intended. They have a new cranberry beer, so we tried that, and it is tart and delicious. We saw some early music people at Cheese Days, and today Handy Woman told me some other coworkers of mine were there too, and like me, they said it was just too crowded. This was the 100^th anniversary, so that may be why.

Yesterday Travalon went to visit family in the Five O’s, so I got together with the Rosary Ladies. OK Cap had to volunteer at Olbrich Gardens, so we met out there and prayed the rosary. Then Luxuli, Jilly Moose, and I went to a Thai festival at the Thai pavilion, where we had Thai food and watched Thai dancing. We each got a Thai iced tea as well. If you’ve never had one of these, you should drop everything, go to a Thai restaurant, and order one immediately. They are delicious! In the evening I went to Rich’s house for dinner, and Miss Heartsong was there for the first time in a long time. She said, “I haven’t seen you since your wedding!” She was as entertaining as ever and also brought some delicious mocha macchiato liqueur for us to add to Rich’s hot cocoa made from scratch. What a wonderful way to finish up the weekend!

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Jilly Moose Birthday Party

Last night Light Bright and I got together for the first time in forever, and I bought her dinner for her birthday. She had no new Sock Puppet League stories to share, unfortunately (for us – probably good news for her). We waited and waited for her bus but it didn’t arrive, so she figured she missed it and was going to go do something else until the next one a half hour later, but just as we crossed the street, the bus came barreling down the road, so she ran after it. Luckily the driver saw her and stopped.

Then I drove downtown to the Nitty Gritty but found no sign of Jilly Moose or her birthday party, because they were all at the Nitty Gritty on Gammon Road. It’s so confusing when there are two locations for a restaurant! Of course Travalon showed up at the downtown one too, since he’d gotten his erroneous information from me, so we headed to the right Nitty Gritty and found a sizeable crowd there to celebrate with Jilly Moose. OK Cap was there, and none of us could come to an agreement about whether the Rosary Ladies should get together tomorrow or Sunday. I think we finally decided on Sunday… After she left, Luxuli arrived, and we went to Jilly Moose’s home for a bonfire with her housemates, Richard Bonomo, and the Dairyman’s Daughter. People were asking me what I thought about Scottish independence, and I was all for it, but they weren’t. Turns out most Scots weren’t either, since the No vote won by a healthy majority. So Scotland is still part of the United Kingdom, and Jilly Moose is in her last twenteen-something year. Next year she wants to go somewhere exciting to celebrate, so people were suggesting California or New York City. Feel free to leave your suggestions in the comments.

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Global Family Reunion

Tonight will be very busy for me. I am meeting Light Bright for her birthday (which is actually on Sunday) and then meeting Jilly Moose and the gang for her birthday, which is today. Happy Birthday, Jilly Moose! I’ll blog about how that all goes tomorrow, so look forward to that.

This is really interesting, actually: a guy named AJ Jacobs is planning a global family reunion on June 15 next year in New York City. Though I doubt the entire human race will show up, everyone is invited. They have a website you can go to if you want to check this out, and one of the things they ask for is the names of your grandparents and great-grandparents, with their approximate dates of birth. This is one way to realize how little you know your own ancestors! Though I can name all my grandparents, the greats were another story entirely, and I only came up with three names. Ma Hat is really into genealogy, and I know she has done our family tree, so maybe she would be a better person to have do this. Apropos to this, on Public TV they mentioned a genetic test specifically for people of African descent which has 30,000 reference samples so you can identify what tribe you are from. I wonder if my 1% West African heritage (23 and Me has gotten that specific lately) would be enough for them to match me with a tribe? It’s almost getting a little creepy how much they can tell from your DNA these days…

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My Rosary Obsession

Miss Heartsong posted a link on MyFace to this article that claims writing is good for you. It makes you heal faster, and apparently blogging releases dopamine just like running or listening to music does. I love listening to music and hate running; blogging is more of a day-to-day thing, like some days I absolutely love it and other days I’m all, “Man, what am I going to say today?”  Today might be one of those days, because the only thing I can think of to blog about is my rosary obsession. Last night I was looking at all my rosaries and thought, “Aren’t they great?” Plenty of people collect rosaries – I’ve known Protestants and atheists who did – and in my defense, I do pray it almost every day. Today I am wearing a T-shirt with a rosary on it, and I bid on a little rosary on eBay… and won! At lunch I took a walk and – you guessed it – prayed the rosary. Perhaps praying the rosary releases dopamine, at least for me. That could explain my addiction to it.

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Getting the Jungle in Order

I apologize for my silence yesterday. I really wasn’t sulking over getting no comments on my previous blog post (but it’s not too late to comment, if you feel so inclined); I was just sick with a cold. In fact, that pretty much sums up my weekend: sick. I spent a lot of time sleeping and blowing my nose. Sunday Rich and Kathbert did come over and help me move some plants around, so now several of them are up in the loft, and there is a little more room in the Jungle. Of course, I forgot to ask Rich to bring over the Professor when he came, and he didn’t think of it either, so we still aren’t sure where that enormous plant is going to fit. Jolly Bob takes up a lot less room now that I have it propped up against the wall instead of sprawling all over. We moved the giant ponytail palm into the living room, but this morning I noticed it wasn’t getting any direct sunlight so my eternally patient husband Travalon moved it back for me. He really does have good humor about my dozens of plants! When you sit in his man cave, you get a great view of the Jungle, so that’s one good thing about them. We also moved Cashmere my bunny into the Jungle because it is getting too cold at night (already!) to leave her on the three-season porch. At first she seemed happy to be back with all her plant buddies, but now she realizes she has less room to run around, so she has been sitting in her cage, sulking. When I get some shelves to put the smaller plants on, we can move a larger scrap of carpeting into the Jungle so she has more room to play in, since she will not walk on the tile floor. At least not so far… Which is what I was counting on, because otherwise she could get at my poor, vulnerable, and in some cases quite toxic plants.

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First World Blues

When I complained to Travalon that my old blog posts seemed more creative, he said maybe that's why I got more comments back in the day. So I am trying to be creative today - we'll see if it results in more comments. This is "First World Blues":

The copier is jammin’ but sadly I’m not,

My coffee is cold and my office is hot,

My highlighter dried up and my best pen is dead,

How I wish I could have stayed in bed.

I got the First World Blues,

Just whining all the time.

Still got running water,

In a ‘hood free of crime.

I missed that movie I wanted to see,

Now I’ll have to rent it on DVD,

But the video places are all dead

Because everyone else has Netflix instead.

I got the First World Blues,

Feel sorry for me,

Even if there’s no problem

With the electricity.

My car’s in the shop, yes, that’s actually true,

How will I get places? What am I to do?

Guess I’ll have to bike now, or else take the bus,

But man, what a problem, it’s just so much fuss.

I got the First World Blues,

Lots of white privilege,

And organic food

In my overstocked fridge.

I know something’s missing, but what could it be?

I’ve got food and water, and elections are free,

And nobody keeps me from professing my creed,

Oh, yeah, perspective – that’s what I need!

I got the First World Blues,

And a really lame rhyme,

But it’s all good

Because it’s pumpkin spice time.

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Welcome to the Jungle

As my regular readers no doubt know, I had a setup at my old condo that we dubbed “Plant World,” made of a wooden entertainment system rack and fluorescent lights. This was because my old condo only had windows facing north, so there was no light in the place all winter. This past weekend the guys (Travalon, Rich, and Twins Fan) tried to move Plant World out of the old place, but it was too tall to fit in the U-Haul trailer, so they suggested we leave it by the garbage. Which is where I found it in the first place, years ago, plus after years of having plants on it, it had suffered some water damage. Our new condo has a solarium with floor-to-ceiling eastern exposure windows, so Kathbert pointed out Plant World would not really be necessary anymore. It’s the end of an era: no more Plant World. Instead, I have what Travalon and I have been referring to as “The Jungle,” the solarium full of plants. They are all over the floor right now, but this weekend Kathbert is going to help me find some shelves at Menards that will be perfect for putting plants on, thanks to the generosity of the people who gave Travalon and me a Menards gift card for a wedding present. Travalon said I should blog about this today and call the post “Welcome to the Jungle,” like the Guns ‘N’ Roses tune, so that is what I am doing.

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Broccoli Magic

Lately people have been telling me how beautiful my hair looks, which is funny because I have been swimming a lot, and chlorine is supposed to be so hard on hair. It could be my new shampoo, which is supposed to give fine hair body. My hair is very fine, like a little kid’s, and the advantage is that it is very soft, but on the downside it often seems limp. The shampoo does seem to help with this and give my hair a lot of body, but I am wondering if a lot of it is the ridiculous amounts of plant matter I am ingesting these days. After all, that makes my skin glow, which is another thing people have been commenting on lately. Maybe I should post a photo of myself so you can see my gorgeous hair and glowing skin! It could be quite an advertisement for broccoli, the main component of my diet. Last night Travalon made dinner again, Italian herbed chicken and potatoes, plus I had raw broccoli. Which of course is what I always eat for lunch too. People at work have started eating raw veggies after I said if I don’t eat so many, my skin doesn’t look right, and they said, “Oh, is that what your secret is?” So now I am letting everyone know: broccoli gives you great skin. I don’t even use face creams or anything. And just think, if it is doing all that on the outside, what magic is it working on the inside?

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Typical Tuesday

Today is Tiffy’s birthday, and hopefully she is having a fabulous time over in Italy. Stateside, we were having a typical Tuesday (remember, 9/11 happened on a Tuesday) full of First World Problems. First I overslept, and then Travalon and I got into a recounting of our dreams that led to a literary discussion (because he dreamed about the Abominable Snowman from the Warner Brothers cartoons, which is based on Lenny from Of Mice and Men), so I was late getting going. At work nobody had finished the coffee yesterday so this morning there was almost a whole cup of it left in the pot. A coworker took it and reheated it, but she said it was really strong. I said it just tasted that way, because it was chicory coffee Handy Woman brought back from New Orleans, but it actually has less caffeine than regular coffee. When I went to the break room for my morning break, someone had stolen the comics from the paper, and they have yet to be returned. At lunchtime I completely forgot we were planning to meet with our retired coworkers at the Union Terrace and went on a walk instead. Then in the afternoon, they were testing the fire alarms in our building. At least my evening should be better than the last few Tuesdays, since they have FINALLY reopened the Perpetual Adoration Chapel at my church. It was closed for the last three weeks while they were repaving the parking lot, and I was starting to go through withdrawal. Date Night with Jesus: the one thing that’s right about Tuesdays.

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The Chair of Doom

Friday night the Rosary Ladies got together for pizza at Luigi’s, then we walked to Our Lady Queen of Peace while praying the rosary. We stopped at an ice cream shop, and I couldn’t decide whether or not to get any until Jilly Moose told me they had something called Snap-o-lantern, which is pumpkin with pieces of ginger snaps in it. Then I tried to get into line, but so many people kept coming into the shop that I finally gave up, and Luxuli said I wasn’t meant to get ice cream that night. She’s probably right – it’s not like I needed it.

Saturday morning Travalon and I went to get coffee before he left to watch The Wizard of OZ on the big screen with Twins Fan, and the family of four cranes who live in our neighborhood were slowly walking across the road. Travalon honked at them to hurry up, but instead they stopped and looked up at the sky, as if they thought the sound was coming from above. We couldn’t help laughing at their confusion, wondering if they thought a giant goose was flying overhead. Then Rich, Kathbert, and I picked up a trailer from U-Haul and headed to my old condo, where Travalon soon joined us, and we began moving all the furniture out. Catzookz and Twins Fan came by with bottles of water, which we welcomed after all that physical exertion. They helped us for a couple of hours and then left to see a movie, and then Prairie Man helped us unload stuff at our new condo. We had dinner at the Nau-Ti-Gal – our treat, to thank them for their help.

Yesterday after Mass Travalon and I went to brunch with Rich, both B-Boys, and Mo-Girl, who told me their daughter named a blonde figurine in their nativity set after me. How flattering! She is two. I remember when Rockstar Tailor and some other kids who are now grown thought I was the coolest person ever, and now they don’t even want to be my friends on MyFace. Sigh… So it’s fun to have a new generation of Famous Hat fans.

In the afternoon Travalon and I took Rodney the Poodle for a long walk at Pheasant Branch, then we went to Capital Brewery to try some seasonal beer: I had pumpkin and Travalon had apple. In the evening we went to an Early Music Festival party. I thought all participants were invited, but it was quite a small crowd, and someone told me it was only board members and big donors. (Many years ago I made a sizeable contribution and am now a Big Donor who gets my name prominently featured in the programs.) The party was outdoors, at a park shelter, so we dressed casually, but other people were dressed for a real soiree. Afterwards we dropped in on Rich, and while we were talking, Rodney jumped up into the Chair of Doom, a popesan chair Travalon loves to sit in. Like Daddy, like Doggy. He curled up and fell asleep (Travalon always falls asleep in the Chair of Doom too), and he wasn’t too eager to leave. It is one comfortable chair – that’s why we named it the Chair of Doom, because once you sit down in it, it’s very hard to make yourself get back up out of it. We have a popesan chair at our condo, but it doesn’t seem to have the same hold on people. Rich’s is just special. I think Tiffy gave it to him.

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Hanging Out with Rodney

Once again I have forgotten to mention something on my blog, which was that Travalon cooked dinner for me on Tuesday evening! Wasn’t that sweet of him? He made Cajun chicken and potatoes, and we also had raw veggies and fruit salad to round out the meal. Then he had the leftovers last night while I had dinner with Richard Bonomo, Prairie Man, and another guy from our church at Noodles before our first choir practice of the season. Tonight is the first Lutheran choir practice, but I will probably not join that choir this year – too much going on with the old condo to get ready for sale and a new husband at home.

Labor Day Travalon and I had brunch at the Coffee Gallery, then he headed off to Randolph to attend the Corn Fest with his high school buddy, while I plotted with Rich and Kathbert to get together for a hike like we hadn’t done in ages. Pre-Travalon, I used to hike with them in the Arboretum on many a Sunday afternoon, and that was our plan this time as well. However, Rodney the Poodle pleaded to come along with me. I hadn’t thought he would want to hang out with his step-mom, but being with me is probably more fun than being alone all day, with just an unfriendly rabbit for company, so I took pity on him and brought him along. Since we couldn’t hike in the Arboretum with a dog, we went to Pheasant Branch and checked out the bubbly springs. We were planning to head up the hill when Rich checked his new smart phone and found that rain was imminent in our immediate vicinity. We hurried back toward the car, but the rain caught us and thoroughly soaked us. I tried to pick up Rodney so I could run with him, but he was having none of it, so we lagged behind the others. Kathbert got to my car first and reached into the open window to unlock the door… which triggered the car alarm. Finally I got to the car with Rodney and turned off the alarm, and we all sat there, soaking wet with the windows steaming up while Rodney grinned – he enjoyed his adventure even if it ended in such a less than ideal manner! Maybe he decided Step-Mom and her pals are some crazy fun to hang out with. Then I was driving home when Luxuli called, so I went to her house. Rodney was shivering violently, so she wrapped him up like a burrito in a purple towel, and I held him on my lap while he slept very hard. Guess we wore the poor old doggy out! He slept as the humans ate a delicious dinner of gazpacho made by Luxuli, veggies and walnut burgers grilled by Rich, potatoes cooked by Prairie Man, and brownies made by me (confession: from a mix). I was concerned that he had really overdone it, but when it was time to head home, he woke right up and was very peppy. We both had an excellent time hanging out together and bonding.

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Two Rivers and Fond du Lac

Travalon reminded me in the comments that yesterday I forgot to blog about our trip to Seymour on Saturday. Seymour is the Hamburger Capital of the World because a man named Charles Nagreen, or “Hamburger Charlie,” invented the term “hamburger” for his ground beef patties. We saw a commemorative statue of Hamburger Charlie and the grill where they made the world’s largest hamburger in 2001, then we went to a place called Frank’s for delicious cheeseburgers. Hamburger Charlie sold his burgers at county fairs, so it’s not like there’s a historic restaurant still serving them.

Sunday Travalon and I went to Mass at a modern church called St. John the Baptist in Howard, just outside of Green Bay, then we drove to a tavern from the book called the Iron Buffalo, kind of in the middle of nowhere. It had really cool décor like a hunting lodge, with lots of animal heads on the walls, and the clientele was heavily slanted towards bikers. Then we drove to Two Rivers to go to another tavern in the book, where we had some lunch. We started to hike to a dog beach at a state park just outside Two Rivers, but the mosquitoes were really bad, so we gave up and walked the paved trail between Two Rivers and Manitowoc instead. Then we headed to Fond du Lac and planned to go to the lakeside park, but dogs are not allowed there and we had Rodney with us. We ended up taking a walk near the park and watching a small train for kids go by. Travalon used to ride this train when he was a kid, and he said the really fun part was when they went through a tunnel and everyone screamed, but when we watched the train go into the tunnel, nobody screamed. We stopped in Columbus for key lime shakes and then headed to Richard Bonomo’s house for dinner. Kathbert, Luxuli, and Prairie Man were there too, and Luxuli was as quotable as ever. My favorite: “If you are a man and/or a woman…"

Tomorrow: my Labor Day adventures with Rodney!

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Two Drunk People

This weekend Travalon and I went on a road trip up north to visit some more taverns in the book. We drove up through the Menomonee Reservation and stopped by Shoe Pond, a beautiful lake full of islands, where we hiked with Rodney on an island. Suddenly it began to rain really hard, so we got soaked. My khakis were already dirty from the trail, and then I set my waterlogged Famous Hat on my lap, and it left purple marks on the khakis from its stripes. We crossed the border into the Upper Peninsula and stopped at a K-Mart to get some new khakis for me, as well as a swimsuit since I forgot mine at home. They didn’t have much in the way of selection, so I had to get a two-piece, which seems ridiculous for a woman my age. We stopped at a brew pub for dinner and then hit two taverns from the book. The first one was called the Barn and was indeed in an old barn. Travalon took a photo of their clever sign, which I will try to post at some point. It said something along the lines of: "Come sit, relax and drink/where the cows used to stink." The second one was not that memorable of a building, but a very drunk woman there decided I was her new best friend and insisted on coming into the bathroom with me and giving me her necklace. I asked if she was a Pisces, and she was. There was a birthday party going on there, and she kept bringing Travalon and me cups of cheap beer from the keg. Eventually we left, much to her chagrin (she wanted us to sleep on her porch), and went to our hotel outside of Green Bay. I got into my new swimsuit but felt it was immodest, so I wore one of Travalon’s T-shirts over it. We both hit the pool, but he went back to check on Rodney, and then a guy half my age came in and hit on me. He was quite inebriated. I said I was married, so he went to sit in the hot tub, where he looked ready to pass out. I asked Travalon to check on him once I returned to our hotel room, and he was indeed passed out, but thankfully by the side of the pool so he didn’t drown. Travalon told the front desk lady, and some friend or relation of his came to collect him.

That was Saturday. I will post about Sunday tomorrow and Monday the day after that, since it was such an eventful weekend, it would never fit into just one post.

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