It was a hot weekend, but still a very fun one. I took the
day off of work on Friday to participate in the annual Birthday Bash for the
Daughter of Denni. We biked from her friend’s house to the Club Tavern, which
was just a couple of blocks, and I thought to myself, “I can totally do this!”
The next stop was Paul’s Neighborhood Bar, about a mile and half, and most of
it through the Pheasant Branch Conservatory on a bike path, so that didn’t seem
so painful either. The third stop was partway to the Missouri Tavern on the
bike path that goes along Highway 12, and it was in the blazing sun and had
some hills, so I fell behind. A really kind soul biked along with me, and she
had a speaker on her bike handles, so we had some tunes. Once we got to the
makeshift stop, Travalon and I had to leave in order to get to his friend’s
wedding reception on time. Thank goodness Travalon was my own personal SAG
wagon again this year!
The reception was for Travalon’s friend who got married in
Hawaii – this was for all the friends and relatives back home. The bride was
ecstatic to see me, since I was one of the few people she knew there. The
reception was at a restaurant on the lake, with a buffet dinner and a very loud
DJ. Why do they always keep turning up the volume? Some adorable kids danced
with the bride and groom and each other, and we sat with a couple who will be
married 50 years in September. Afterwards we drove to Gurnee and stayed there
for the night.
Saturday morning we found a church on the way that had
confession at a reasonable time – our smart phones are already coming in handy!
Then we took the train down to the Chinatown stop and got some bubble tea
before walking to the Croatian Fest at St. Jerome Church. We met Cecil
Markovitch there and had delicious Croatian food and admired the lovely church,
but the musical entertainment was not very ethnic; for example, there was an
Elvis impersonator. We explored Chinatown and came back to the festival, and by
then a band was playing ethnic music. Afterwards Travalon and I stopped at a
restaurant we had passed that had posted a review stating they have the best
sandwich ever, but while it was a good enough sandwich, I didn’t think it rated
that highly. We got on the road kind of late and got home not long before one
am.
Yesterday morning Lady Harriet Wimsey was visiting from
Florida, so she came to Mass and brunch. She said Freddy Mercury is the Oscar Wilde
of rock music, which I thought was a wonderful analogy: he led a disordered life but created great art as he sought the truth. Then Travalon and I
took the boat out into the Cherokee Marsh again, and once again the motor died,
so we had to row back the whole way. We took Rodney and went to the Doggy
Dinner at Liliana’s, but nobody else had brought a dog so we were alone on the
patio. Rodney did seem to enjoy his special Doggy Dinner, and the human food
was really good too. We were glad to call it an evening early, after all that
exercise this weekend: biking all over on Friday, walking over seven miles on Saturday,
and paddling for two hours on Sunday. We should be in great shape!
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