Milwaukee Trip for OK Cap's All-Year Birthday Celebration

Friday night Travalon and I went to the Manna Café again for dinner, because it’s the best of both worlds: uncrowded but the food is really good. The waiter recognized Travalon and said, “Chicken paprikash, right?” OK Cap was maybe going to join us, but she had car troubles, so we also didn’t get to go swimming at her pool.

Saturday was an excellent day. Cecil Markovitch, the Single B-Boy, Richard Bonomo, Jilly Moose, OK Cap, Luxuli, Prairie Man, and I met for coffee, then some of us went on to Milwaukee for the celebration of OK Cap’s big birthday year. We took a boy and girl car, so Travalon drove Prairie Man and Cecil, while OK Cap drove Jilly Moose, Luxuli, and me. Fittingly, we Rosary Ladies prayed a rosary on the way to Milwaukee. Tiffy met us at Karl Ratsch’s restaurant for a German lunch, then we went to St. Josephat’s Basilica (except not Tiffy) for confession, the rosary (but they only did three decades), and Mass. Afterwards we went to the Safe House, a bars with a spy theme, and I was the only one who knew the password, so I got to watch the others do the Chicken Dance. In the ladies’ bathroom there is a picture of a young Burt Reynolds without clothes but with what looks like a red heart-shaped door above the exciting bits. We tried to lift it, and it doesn’t actually lift, but a sound like a gunshot rings out, and a siren sounds all over the bar so everyone knows you tried to look. Also, the inside of the bathroom door says “Men” so that it looks like you can’t get out. We had a really fun time there, and Luxuli bet Cecil he wouldn’t eat a whole jalapeno pepper, so he did for a bourbon chocolate milkshake. At first he was fine, but there was a delayed reaction, and soon tears were streaming down his face as he gasped like a goldfish out of water. Prairie Man took some incriminating photos, but Cecil did recover quite quickly.

Yesterday Cecil, El Vegetariano, Rich, Luxuli, Prairie Man, Travalon, and I went to Mickey’s Tavern for brunch, because Travalon had told Cecil how good the lamb burger was, but of course it wasn’t on the brunch menu so we’ll just have to go back for dinner sometime. It was really snowing, so Travalon and I spent the rest of the day at home. I felt a little dirty watching that Super Bowl, like I shouldn’t encourage the NFL when two teams dominate the league, but at first the score was 0-0, which I liked. Like Grumpy Cat, I hoped both teams would lose. Eventually they did score, and then I rooted for Seattle because I hate them less, but of course with 20 seconds left, one yard from the goal line, they threw a pass instead of running it in, and it was intercepted. Then there was a big fight, which in my opinion was the best part of the whole game. So the Patriots won AGAIN. Bleah. 

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