Wow! Has it been a year already? Where does the time go?
Travalon and I had a most excellent anniversary weekend, starting with dinner
at Liliana’s on Friday night – we both got the blackened catfish. They gave us
free champagne for our anniversary. Then we went to Le Tigre Lounge for the
first time in forever, and the bartender is now rocking a huge beard, but
fortunately the ambiance has not changed a bit. We love that place!
Saturday we drove up to Door County with Rodney the Poodle,
stopping at one of the bars from our book. (Yes, we are still making that
pilgrimage – we are way more than halfway done.) We had a bite of lunch there
and were amused by the antics of ten women out on a Women’s Weekend, drinking
and blasting the jukebox. We hoped to get to the other tavern in the book
located in Door County, but it is on Washington Island, and by the time we got
to the ferry, the ticket salesman informed us we would be stuck there overnight
if we took the one just coming in. Because it is not tourist season up there
yet, the ferry doesn’t run very late. We took a hike all over Newport Beach
State Park and then went to the condo in Sister Bay we were renting from
Travalon’s buddy’s mother, which was very cute and had a nautical theme to the décor.
We had heard fish boils don’t start until Memorial Day weekend, so we went to
dinner at a restaurant which used to be a Catholic church (the church got
bigger so they built another building just down the road), and I had “paella”
which was really more like jambalaya, but delicious nonetheless. Travalon had
duck with Door County cherry sauce.
Yesterday we went to Al Johnson’s Swedish Restaurant, but
the goats weren’t on the roof because it was so cold. The food was still just
as good, anyway - Swedish pancakes with lingonberries and Swedish meatballs! Then we went to Mass at the bigger church up the road, which
wasn’t as pretty as the one that is now a restaurant. The priest asked if it
was anyone’s anniversary that day, so I raised my hand, and when he asked which
one and we said our first, he said, “It’s just downhill from here.” We drove
through Peninsula State Park and got out briefly by the lighthouse, but it was
cold and drizzly so we didn’t really hike. We stopped in Fish Creek and found
out the restaurant renowned for their fish boils had had one the night before.
C’est la vie – we’ll be back to Door County and hit one sometime. Next door
there was a coffee house called Craic, which is Irish for “fun,” so we had to
stop there. Then we went to the Shipwrecked brewpub and had their cherry beer.
Their bartender was very personable. We tried to go to Whitefish Dunes State
Park but missed the turnoff and ended up at Cave Point County Park, which was
also quite stunning. Then we had to rush back to Madison for our anniversary
party, hosted by Rich Bonomo and attended by friends who had helped with the
wedding. I had ordered a small cake that was supposed to be decorated just like
our wedding cake, but instead of being white with coral designs, it was sort of
pale brown with orange designs. It even tasted different than the slice we had
frozen from our actual wedding cake, which is really strange because it was the
same bakery. Oh well, it was a cute idea that sort of didn’t work in execution,
but the point is our friends got cake. Jilly Moose, OK Cap, Luxuli, Prairie
Man, and Mr. N’Awlins were among the guests, as well as a couple who led one of
our marriage preparation classes. They led a blessing for us. Even the
Mothership (Rich’s mom) called and wished us a happy anniversary, and she said,
“May you have sixty more years as good as this one!” Awww!
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