This morning Tiffy got up and went to the Farmers' Market. I got up too, but I sat around in the house doing word game puzzles until Tiffy called. Travalon and I picked her up downtown, then we went to a sushi restaurant at Hilldale, since that is very close to the house of the Daughter of Denni, who was doing her annual bar crawl/bike ride for her birthday. However, after we had sushi and mochi, we texted the Daughter of Denni, and she was already somewhere else. So we went there... and by the time we got there, they were all just leaving. The owner of the house had a funky camera that took black-and-white photos, so she took a photo of Tiffy, Travalon, and me, and also of my feet by accident. I took a photo of the two photos, but it is not downloading from the Cloud. However, I do have some photos from Tiffy's trip. Here are a couple of mystical-looking mountains that it seems like you would climb to find enlightenment.
Those were both from Glacier National Park, where Travalon worked one summer when he was in college. He was delighted to see they still have the red "jammer" buses in the park.
The next spot for the pub crawl was Minocqua Brewing, which Travalon and I had been to for a Quebecois jam. Some of the group wanted to go outside, so I went with them, since it was very loud inside, but then it started to rain really hard so we gave up on this experiment. Back inside I talked to the Son-In-Law of Denni, the brother-in-law of the birthday girl, who is a classical guitarist. We had a good talk about music, and then he had to head out because he was playing tonight.
Our next stop was the Lone Girl on East Washington, not the one in Waunakee. Tiffy and I checked out an ice cream shop next door, but their flavors were all really weird, like peanut butter and jelly, so we weren't interested. It also had that very strong smell I associate with fake vanilla. Half the group sat outside at this stop, since it had ceased raining, but some of us stayed inside since it was hot and humid out. When the group was heading to the next spot, Tiffy, Travalon, and I walked down to the river, and we could hear music. We walked under the bridge and saw a woman playing viola on the other side of the bridge. She was really good, playing a solo Bach sonata. I took a photo, but again it's not loading to the cloud.
The next stop was the Baldwin Street Grill, a true dive bar. (However, as Travalon points out, it is the height of civility compared to the
Moqua Dive Bar.) Tiffy and I were a bit "taverned out," so we took a walk in the neighborhood, then we collected Travalon and went to Cargo Coffee to hear the Son-In-Law of Denni. He played classical guitar, and so did another guy, and the other guy played lute with a guy who used to go to the Early Music Festival. We had thought about going to the Forward game, but the weather forecast was for storms right in the middle of the game, which never happened. But the music was wonderful, and a lot less expensive (free, but suggested $5 donation, which I did give). After that we went to check out the Baked Wings place on the corner of State and Johnson that has been preparing to open for over a year. It finally is open, and we had some wings. They were very tasty.
Oh looky here, my photos finally downloaded from the Cloud. First, here are the black-and-white photos taken with the funky camera.
The Son-In-Law of Denni laughed about the bottom photo because the lines from the vinyl panels on the house make it look like a suspect line-up photo, and he said the photo of my feet was very good. I just think it's hilarious - it was an accident - but maybe it truly is my best side.
Here is a photo of the viola player.
If she was playing for tips, we were too far away to tell. The resonance under the bridge really amplified her music. We did applaud when she finished a movement, and she seemed appreciative. Lots of people walk or bike along the path she was on, so maybe she was hoping to get an audience. I would have kept listening, but the others were expecting us at the next stop on the pub crawl.
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