So this blind man walks into a lesbian bar, sits down, and orders a drink. Pretty soon he asks the bartender "hey, I know a great blonde joke, you wanna hear it?"
A husky female voice from his left says "Sir, I have four good reasons why you should not tell that joke. You might want to listen to them before you make a jerk outta yourself."
"Shoot" says the blind man.
"Well, number one is that the bartender is a 5'11" bodybuilder and ex-wrestling champion. She also happens to be a blonde. Reason #2 is that the woman at the end of the bar is a marine drill instructor who specializes in teaching hand to hand combat. She also carries a concealed pistol and knows how to use it...and she's a blonde. Reason #3 is that the woman sitting on your right is a national Karate champion and 5'8" of solid muscle. Her hands are registered with the police department as lethal weapons...and she's a blonde. Finally, I am a high powered CEO with a black belt who crushes little men like you every day in the business world, and I happen to be blonde."
"Now, do you REALLY want to tell that joke?"
"Nah" says the blind man. "I don't want to have to repeat it four times."
Friday, September 29, 2006
Thursday, September 28, 2006
Grapes of Wrath
Last night Jodi and I went out for a nice dinner at The Creamery. During the course of our dinner, I heard so much wrong information about wine I wanted to rise up, don a waiter coat, and hold a session right there and then.
Listening to an inexperienced waiter try to describe the difference between a Mourvedre and a Zinfandel made me cringe. Another table pretentiously demanded the WRONG style Riedel stemware to quaff their $25 Pinot...despite correction by the wait staff. Never mind the wine they ordered was $10 plonk available at any supermarket.
There is so much pretentious crap surrounding wine that people get lost in themselves. They overpay for bad restaurant wine thinking it must be good, and refuse to ante up when they could get a truly exceptional wine from a shop for a few bucks more. There are only a few basic things required to really enjoy wine, first and foremost is the desire to remain open minded and avoid the hype. The all time biggest mistakes I see people make with regard to drinking wine:
1. Drinking red wine that is too young.
2. Technique. Taking small, strained "babysips" when drinking. You need a decent mouthful for all the magic to happen, and 3/4 of an ounce is minimum.
3. Improper storage. You don't need a multi thousand dollar cellar like Jefe's to keep wine, but for God's sakes get it out of the sunlight and away from the heat register.
4. Drinking above your experience FOR THE WRONG REASON. Everyone deserves to have a taste of an '82 Cheval Blanc, but not everyone would appreciate what they are drinking, and it would lead some to severe disappointment. I often see people order by price...more money equals better wine right? Maybe...if the wine IS good, and your taste buds are experienced, you can probably justify the extra bucks. The average wine drinker would be better off ordering a solid, but lower priced wine, and enjoying it for what it is. Do this for a while, and you will see yourself gravitating to more complex wines...and having the experience database to really enjoy them.
5. Ignoring experience out of pride. An experienced waiter probably knows more about wine than you...it's part of his/her job. It is a virtual certainty that they know the specific wines in the restaurant cellar better than you, even if it is just memorized tasting notes. Use this information. If you are lost in a wine list, but really want a good bottle, ask for a recommendation. You may be surprised to find it is not the most expensive one on the list, and you wont look like an idiot just because you asked for help.
***NOTE***when contemplating a very expensive wine, it may be better to ask for the sommelier or the wine buyer. They are almost always overjoyed to be included.
6. Drinking white wine that is too cold. Right outta the fridge is too cold, let it warm for a while, and you will be shocked by the taste difference.
Listening to an inexperienced waiter try to describe the difference between a Mourvedre and a Zinfandel made me cringe. Another table pretentiously demanded the WRONG style Riedel stemware to quaff their $25 Pinot...despite correction by the wait staff. Never mind the wine they ordered was $10 plonk available at any supermarket.
There is so much pretentious crap surrounding wine that people get lost in themselves. They overpay for bad restaurant wine thinking it must be good, and refuse to ante up when they could get a truly exceptional wine from a shop for a few bucks more. There are only a few basic things required to really enjoy wine, first and foremost is the desire to remain open minded and avoid the hype. The all time biggest mistakes I see people make with regard to drinking wine:
1. Drinking red wine that is too young.
2. Technique. Taking small, strained "babysips" when drinking. You need a decent mouthful for all the magic to happen, and 3/4 of an ounce is minimum.
3. Improper storage. You don't need a multi thousand dollar cellar like Jefe's to keep wine, but for God's sakes get it out of the sunlight and away from the heat register.
4. Drinking above your experience FOR THE WRONG REASON. Everyone deserves to have a taste of an '82 Cheval Blanc, but not everyone would appreciate what they are drinking, and it would lead some to severe disappointment. I often see people order by price...more money equals better wine right? Maybe...if the wine IS good, and your taste buds are experienced, you can probably justify the extra bucks. The average wine drinker would be better off ordering a solid, but lower priced wine, and enjoying it for what it is. Do this for a while, and you will see yourself gravitating to more complex wines...and having the experience database to really enjoy them.
5. Ignoring experience out of pride. An experienced waiter probably knows more about wine than you...it's part of his/her job. It is a virtual certainty that they know the specific wines in the restaurant cellar better than you, even if it is just memorized tasting notes. Use this information. If you are lost in a wine list, but really want a good bottle, ask for a recommendation. You may be surprised to find it is not the most expensive one on the list, and you wont look like an idiot just because you asked for help.
***NOTE***when contemplating a very expensive wine, it may be better to ask for the sommelier or the wine buyer. They are almost always overjoyed to be included.
6. Drinking white wine that is too cold. Right outta the fridge is too cold, let it warm for a while, and you will be shocked by the taste difference.
Wednesday, September 27, 2006
Ahh...The Shack-Part 2
Don't you love it when you have to wait 7 days to see something? Sorry.
Anywhoo...about the shack, it was decided that a restoration was in order. The walls (what was left of them) were gutted of mice and newspaper insulation, a new roof was installed, and an ATV garage was added to one end of the structure. We poured cement after adjusting the dirt floor slope to resemble level, which resulted in a new floor that you are either walking up or down hill on depending which direction you are traveling. I guess our level was a little off. Scraps of paneling and old election signs makeup the wall coverings, and carpet remnants provide ample insulation for the mice nests.
Another piece of sage advice from Abner during the restoration: "Don't make it too nice or the women will want to come over."
His instructions were followed to a tee, as the completed job just barely...and I mean barely...qualifies for human habitation. At night you can still here the mice running around, the windows still leak frigid winter air. The wasps and Asian lady beetles have staked claim to the small upstairs attic, and only descend once the wood stove has stoked the room temperature. There is no running water, no means for a shower, and we have to haul all our consumable water up with us. It sleeps 6 in filthy comfort, and has hosted as many as 23 for a weekend. That one was REALLY interesting! The outhouse is aptly named the "Vikings Hall of Fame".
But our deer camp is not without the necessities. There are 5 gun racks, and Satellite TV for the football games. The dice are always hot, and the beer is always cold. You can always rummage some ammo from the lazy-boy chair, or eat a can of peaches from 1993. There is even a wall phone that is not hooked up, but manages to place a few calls every year when the drinking starts...mostly for pizza delivery. In short...it's heaven.
I would not think of being anywhere else in late November.
Anywhoo...about the shack, it was decided that a restoration was in order. The walls (what was left of them) were gutted of mice and newspaper insulation, a new roof was installed, and an ATV garage was added to one end of the structure. We poured cement after adjusting the dirt floor slope to resemble level, which resulted in a new floor that you are either walking up or down hill on depending which direction you are traveling. I guess our level was a little off. Scraps of paneling and old election signs makeup the wall coverings, and carpet remnants provide ample insulation for the mice nests.
Another piece of sage advice from Abner during the restoration: "Don't make it too nice or the women will want to come over."
His instructions were followed to a tee, as the completed job just barely...and I mean barely...qualifies for human habitation. At night you can still here the mice running around, the windows still leak frigid winter air. The wasps and Asian lady beetles have staked claim to the small upstairs attic, and only descend once the wood stove has stoked the room temperature. There is no running water, no means for a shower, and we have to haul all our consumable water up with us. It sleeps 6 in filthy comfort, and has hosted as many as 23 for a weekend. That one was REALLY interesting! The outhouse is aptly named the "Vikings Hall of Fame".
But our deer camp is not without the necessities. There are 5 gun racks, and Satellite TV for the football games. The dice are always hot, and the beer is always cold. You can always rummage some ammo from the lazy-boy chair, or eat a can of peaches from 1993. There is even a wall phone that is not hooked up, but manages to place a few calls every year when the drinking starts...mostly for pizza delivery. In short...it's heaven.
I would not think of being anywhere else in late November.
Wednesday, September 20, 2006
Aaahh...The "Shack"
The previous post references the "shack", let me explain.
I find solitude in 120 Acres of Northern Wisconsin forest. The land is owned by my wife's family, but they don't live anywhere close and make use of it only 9 days a year...during the gun deer season. Since I live close, I have the enviable task of being caretaker in exchange for unlimited use of the land. It's my own private nature preserve.
When the land originally came up for sale, an insider deal was struck within 24 hours to purchase it. It never even made it to the market. An elderly woman in California owned the land, but had not set foot on it since the 50's, and apparently her former two room lodging on the land had not been maintained since that time either. On the first visit to the land after it changed hands, Jodi's grandfather Abner proclaimed a piece of the sage advice he was famous for:
Regarding the "Shack" on our new land: "Burn it" were his only words.
The shack was falling down, obscured by trees and weeds, had holes in the roof and mice (thousands of them) in the walls. The floor was dirt, and you could practically poke your fingers through the walls. In it's "pristine" state, it encompassed about 120 Sq feet...not one of which appeared remotely salvageable. Clearly, not one single person had touched this structure since the early 50's, and the ravages of 45 years in the Wisconsin outback and winter weather had taken a huge, huge toll.
Stay tuned for Part 2
I find solitude in 120 Acres of Northern Wisconsin forest. The land is owned by my wife's family, but they don't live anywhere close and make use of it only 9 days a year...during the gun deer season. Since I live close, I have the enviable task of being caretaker in exchange for unlimited use of the land. It's my own private nature preserve.
When the land originally came up for sale, an insider deal was struck within 24 hours to purchase it. It never even made it to the market. An elderly woman in California owned the land, but had not set foot on it since the 50's, and apparently her former two room lodging on the land had not been maintained since that time either. On the first visit to the land after it changed hands, Jodi's grandfather Abner proclaimed a piece of the sage advice he was famous for:
Regarding the "Shack" on our new land: "Burn it" were his only words.
The shack was falling down, obscured by trees and weeds, had holes in the roof and mice (thousands of them) in the walls. The floor was dirt, and you could practically poke your fingers through the walls. In it's "pristine" state, it encompassed about 120 Sq feet...not one of which appeared remotely salvageable. Clearly, not one single person had touched this structure since the early 50's, and the ravages of 45 years in the Wisconsin outback and winter weather had taken a huge, huge toll.
Stay tuned for Part 2
Primitive Man
I had pretty much sworn off bowhunting for this year because of my previous lack of interest and my schedule, but I am obviously reconsidering. Last night I spent the evening gathering all my gear, washing my clothes in scent-free soap, and tuning up the bow. I have plans to rework some stands at the shack this weekend; clearing shooting lanes and doing a little scouting work. For you diehard bowhunters out there...I know I am late. Normal prep work for me starts in July for the September opener, but I'm behind the eight ball this season. It's already open and I'm unprepared.
Apparently I am planning on hunting after all.
The smell and the sense of fall must have worked it's timeless spell on me yet again. I say it must have, because two weeks ago I really had no interest in investing all the time and effort into another 2 month archery season. Now I do...kind of.
Who knows if I will actually shoot this year, as I have passed on the killing part for about 5 years...it's a personal thing. But I so much enjoy the feeling of being in the woods, the spirit of the chase, and the world class chess match it requires to outsmart a whitetail buck, that I can't resist participating even if I don't take it to fruition by taking a shot.
Apparently I am planning on hunting after all.
The smell and the sense of fall must have worked it's timeless spell on me yet again. I say it must have, because two weeks ago I really had no interest in investing all the time and effort into another 2 month archery season. Now I do...kind of.
Who knows if I will actually shoot this year, as I have passed on the killing part for about 5 years...it's a personal thing. But I so much enjoy the feeling of being in the woods, the spirit of the chase, and the world class chess match it requires to outsmart a whitetail buck, that I can't resist participating even if I don't take it to fruition by taking a shot.
Monday, September 18, 2006
The E files.
Jodi and I had a wonderful dinner and evening with Tom & Jenny Saturday night. We always drink lots of wine and talk into the wee hours when we get together, and this night was no different. Somehow, and I don't know how, the conversation came around to aliens and UFOs. Jodi then encouraged me to tell my encounter story...which I did. Not only did I tell that one, I dug even deeper into my hidden world of strange experiences, and spilled bushels of beans about other strange theories I have.
Alcohol is a wonderful thing.
I am SURE that Tom and Jenny had a really good laugh after we left. Sort of in the vein of "can you BELIEVE what he just said"? I related some of my most whacked-out beliefs...most of which had never seen the light of conversation prior to this. Now I feel like a complete fruitloop.
Everyone has had experiences in their lives that border on the supernatural to them, but would seem idiotic to those to whom they are explained. In my opinion, those experiences stay with you, clear and vivid, for your entire life. They are yours and yours alone for fear of ridicule and the uncertain nature of their origin. It might be a ghost or "presence" experience, intense deja-vu, premonition, or apparition; it does not matter. What ever lives in your experience is intensely personal and difficult to convey to others. But most rarely tell others of them, and I can now say the remedy for that is 4 or 5 bottles of wine with dinner. Truth serum for the soul (and more entertaining than any game out there).
Alcohol is a wonderful thing.
I am SURE that Tom and Jenny had a really good laugh after we left. Sort of in the vein of "can you BELIEVE what he just said"? I related some of my most whacked-out beliefs...most of which had never seen the light of conversation prior to this. Now I feel like a complete fruitloop.
Everyone has had experiences in their lives that border on the supernatural to them, but would seem idiotic to those to whom they are explained. In my opinion, those experiences stay with you, clear and vivid, for your entire life. They are yours and yours alone for fear of ridicule and the uncertain nature of their origin. It might be a ghost or "presence" experience, intense deja-vu, premonition, or apparition; it does not matter. What ever lives in your experience is intensely personal and difficult to convey to others. But most rarely tell others of them, and I can now say the remedy for that is 4 or 5 bottles of wine with dinner. Truth serum for the soul (and more entertaining than any game out there).
Friday, September 15, 2006
Looking fishy
Yesterday morning I got up really early and went trouting on a local stream before work. When I arrived home, I had the following message on my answering machine:
I can't really believe they bothered to call. My car was parked right next to the bridge crossing the creek, off on the shoulder, with fishing gear in the back. What did they think I was doing? They see trout fishermen parked similarly all the time.
So I called them back and told them I was trout fishing. I felt a little angry for having to account for my whereabouts and actions, especially since I was not breaking any laws, so I formulated the following explanation in my head...but decided at the last minute not to stir the pot:
I'm sure that would have got my point across. If I was doing something wrong, do you think I would just call them up and explain it to them?
"This is the Dunn County Sheriffs office trying to reach (me or my wife). One of our deputies observed a white Chevy Tahoe registered to (me & my wife) parked on County road K, just south of Hwy 12 at 7:07 this morning. The vehicle is fine where it is parked, but we are just curious what it was doing there. Please call us back and let us know. Thanks."
I can't really believe they bothered to call. My car was parked right next to the bridge crossing the creek, off on the shoulder, with fishing gear in the back. What did they think I was doing? They see trout fishermen parked similarly all the time.
So I called them back and told them I was trout fishing. I felt a little angry for having to account for my whereabouts and actions, especially since I was not breaking any laws, so I formulated the following explanation in my head...but decided at the last minute not to stir the pot:
"Hi, this is (my name) calling back about my vehicle being suspiciously parked on County Rd. K. What was I doing there? Well burying a body of course. Yeah, I drug that sucker upstream a good mile before I started to dig. I would have went somewhere more inconspicuous, but I was too drunk to drive...in fact, I think I may have hit a pedestrian on my way there. You may want to check the hospitals for the recently admitted. Oh and by the way, next time have your deputy stop and give me a hand. Dragging bodies upstream is a real chore."
I'm sure that would have got my point across. If I was doing something wrong, do you think I would just call them up and explain it to them?
Thursday, September 14, 2006
Dead Ringer
Disclaimer: I do not have a "thing" for this person. Jodi, if you're reading this, I post this purely as a harmless observation.
I have found myself watching movies starring Scarlett Johannsen with a little more interest than I give to other shows. There was always something weird about her; something that made me a little uncomfortable when I saw her films. I kept thinking I had met her or something, which is completely ridiculous, yet she always seems so...familiar to me.
This morning it finally dawned on me while I was watching her give an interview on TV:
She looks E X A C T L Y like a woman I dated in college years and years ago. How this resemblance escaped me for so long is completely baffling given that it is so obvious to me now. At least I have solved the "weird feeling", even though Jodi will probably never let me watch one of her movies again.
I have found myself watching movies starring Scarlett Johannsen with a little more interest than I give to other shows. There was always something weird about her; something that made me a little uncomfortable when I saw her films. I kept thinking I had met her or something, which is completely ridiculous, yet she always seems so...familiar to me.
This morning it finally dawned on me while I was watching her give an interview on TV:
She looks E X A C T L Y like a woman I dated in college years and years ago. How this resemblance escaped me for so long is completely baffling given that it is so obvious to me now. At least I have solved the "weird feeling", even though Jodi will probably never let me watch one of her movies again.
My oh my
It's been a while since I've posted. I KNOW you all check in here every ten minutes to make sure you don't miss anything, so I'm sorry to have kept you waiting.
It's just that I've been so busy lately, I can't find time for anything. Time is short, so I will get right to the thought for the day:
Jodi asked me out of the blue yesterday "how much weight have you lost?", which was a complete surprise seeing as how I am not trying to lose weight, and don't think I have shed an ounce all summer.
"Really?" I counter, "do you think I am thinner?"
"Yes, you've definitely lost some weight" she compliments.
Now I am expecting the imminent arrival of the Fed-Ex or UPS truck with the delivery of something expensive that I had no idea we were getting. Commenting about my weight is so far above the normal "buttering up," that we are getting close to industrial strength lubrication.
It's just that I've been so busy lately, I can't find time for anything. Time is short, so I will get right to the thought for the day:
Jodi asked me out of the blue yesterday "how much weight have you lost?", which was a complete surprise seeing as how I am not trying to lose weight, and don't think I have shed an ounce all summer.
"Really?" I counter, "do you think I am thinner?"
"Yes, you've definitely lost some weight" she compliments.
Now I am expecting the imminent arrival of the Fed-Ex or UPS truck with the delivery of something expensive that I had no idea we were getting. Commenting about my weight is so far above the normal "buttering up," that we are getting close to industrial strength lubrication.
Monday, September 11, 2006
We sucked
Too cold, not enough sleep, too many beers, too many mistakes...all valid excuses.
Bottom line is that we stunk it up.
There is always next season.
Bottom line is that we stunk it up.
There is always next season.
Friday, September 08, 2006
Outlook
Things are looking fair for this weekends tournaments. A massive cold front has just hit our area...that might throw the fish off for a while, but the weather looks good for humans. Fine with me, because my team is at it's best when the bite is tough. Most of the prep work is nearly complete, and my attitude is holding on the positive side.
Now all that is left is some medication to get me to sleep early tonight. 3:30 am comes all to soon, and if I can be counting sheep by 8PM, the day is much less fatiguing.
See you all next week!
Now all that is left is some medication to get me to sleep early tonight. 3:30 am comes all to soon, and if I can be counting sheep by 8PM, the day is much less fatiguing.
See you all next week!
What is it with me and dogs?
Little Macy Mae has got some shoulder problems. It is now past the stage of just ignoring it and hoping it will get better...this is obviously something more serious.
Macy has had an intermittent limp in her left front leg for quite some time now. It never puts her down, but it's noticeable. Lately whenever she starts off on a walk, she pulls up lame after about 5 minutes. Worse than before, she really gimps when this happens.
A trip to the vet yesterday pretty much confirmed our diagnosis of Osteochondritis dessicans. How are we familiar with something so strange? Our chocolate lab had the same affliction for nearly her entire life. It's a condition affecting the ball joint of the shoulder, or more rarely, the elbow joint, which can produce debris in the joint area. New growth sometimes is deposited in the wrong area adding to the problem. Macy's X-rays were somewhat inconclusive, but do show a prominence where one should not be.
So, we now have to crate-rest and generally subdue the crazy little bitch in the hopes that she might heal without surgery. Surgery is indicated if this does not work, so then it would be back up to the U of M Vet hospital for a consult and the procedure. Trying to make a 1 year old Lab sit still for even 10 seconds requires considerable effort and training. This is going to be a chore, and we only have 4-6 weeks of it left.
Macy has had an intermittent limp in her left front leg for quite some time now. It never puts her down, but it's noticeable. Lately whenever she starts off on a walk, she pulls up lame after about 5 minutes. Worse than before, she really gimps when this happens.
A trip to the vet yesterday pretty much confirmed our diagnosis of Osteochondritis dessicans. How are we familiar with something so strange? Our chocolate lab had the same affliction for nearly her entire life. It's a condition affecting the ball joint of the shoulder, or more rarely, the elbow joint, which can produce debris in the joint area. New growth sometimes is deposited in the wrong area adding to the problem. Macy's X-rays were somewhat inconclusive, but do show a prominence where one should not be.
So, we now have to crate-rest and generally subdue the crazy little bitch in the hopes that she might heal without surgery. Surgery is indicated if this does not work, so then it would be back up to the U of M Vet hospital for a consult and the procedure. Trying to make a 1 year old Lab sit still for even 10 seconds requires considerable effort and training. This is going to be a chore, and we only have 4-6 weeks of it left.
Wednesday, September 06, 2006
The intolerable stench of time
Well, another day is shot in a crappy week starting off a sure-to-be-shitty month. How's that for optimism?
I got a very small parcel of good news hidden in a dumptruck full of bad today. I guess that is about all I can hope for these days. I can't let you in on it, but I will tell you I smiled for about 16 seconds. Of late I have not been smiling at all, so that is an improvement.
C'mon Friday! I can't wait to see your beautiful end!
Then it is fishin, fun, and friends for two days until...alas, the locks are reset and the chains fastened again on Monday. God I hate this period of my life.
I got a very small parcel of good news hidden in a dumptruck full of bad today. I guess that is about all I can hope for these days. I can't let you in on it, but I will tell you I smiled for about 16 seconds. Of late I have not been smiling at all, so that is an improvement.
C'mon Friday! I can't wait to see your beautiful end!
Then it is fishin, fun, and friends for two days until...alas, the locks are reset and the chains fastened again on Monday. God I hate this period of my life.
Tuesday, September 05, 2006
On the right track
What a great Labor day weekend! I prefished 11 hours Saturday on Long lake and had a much better time of it. We found some better fish, learned a few interesting things, and restored some of the confidence needed to win this thing next Sunday. With a little touch of lady luck...who knows.
On Sunday, I can't remember what I did, but that means it was good. It was a lazy day for sure, and I am not sure I did a damn thing worth remembering. I was extremely tired from the day before...so I slept a lot. Jodi was not happy.
Monday morning I went trout fishing and caught some very nice fish. The freezer is empty of trout, so I set about trying to stock it up in the remaining 28 days of the Wisconsin trout season. It's nice to have some to get through a long Wisconsin winter. Monday was a good start, three beautiful brookies...including a 16 incher. The weather now is my idea of perfect; cool mornings and comfortable afternoons. I will enjoy every second of it until the snow buries the fall colors for good.
Busy week ahead...lots of problems coming. I will survive by planning and dreaming in anticipation of the upcoming full weekend of fishing. It is my only solace these days, and provides a carrot to urge me from one day to the next. It's always been my carrot as long as I can remember, but the sticks are getting longer as I age.
On Sunday, I can't remember what I did, but that means it was good. It was a lazy day for sure, and I am not sure I did a damn thing worth remembering. I was extremely tired from the day before...so I slept a lot. Jodi was not happy.
Monday morning I went trout fishing and caught some very nice fish. The freezer is empty of trout, so I set about trying to stock it up in the remaining 28 days of the Wisconsin trout season. It's nice to have some to get through a long Wisconsin winter. Monday was a good start, three beautiful brookies...including a 16 incher. The weather now is my idea of perfect; cool mornings and comfortable afternoons. I will enjoy every second of it until the snow buries the fall colors for good.
Busy week ahead...lots of problems coming. I will survive by planning and dreaming in anticipation of the upcoming full weekend of fishing. It is my only solace these days, and provides a carrot to urge me from one day to the next. It's always been my carrot as long as I can remember, but the sticks are getting longer as I age.
Friday, September 01, 2006
AAaargh
I'm so hung over today. Last night was John and Lynn's 20th Anniversary, and we spent the night at Mona's in Eau Claire. I had way too many smashed potato martinis and bought too much good wine as I killed the rest of the tournament winnings.
There were 10 of us celebrating in the bar area seating, and I kept getting the "shhhsh" sign from two elderly women in a group of 10 next to us. I really did not think we were being all that loud, but I guess we were because the host had to warn us as well. When we were leaving, I was fairly drunk and went over to apologize to the wrinkles for our behaviour, but my wife apparently did not feel we owed them anything. She came rushing over explaining how we were celebrating her cancer survival of 20 years (not true) in an attempt, I guess, to make them feel bad for chastising us. She had been telling us for 20 minutes that she felt like doing this because they don't own the bar. I tried to tell her that we didn't either, but my wife and alcohol are long lost cousins with a reunion everytime they see each other.
A grey hair piped up right away and said "well we're celebrating the 10 year anniversary of the death of my husband". ZING! I guess she trumped Joddi. Touche'.
This morning my head feels like an empty 55 gallon steel drum...and somebody keeps hitting it with a pipe wrench.
There were 10 of us celebrating in the bar area seating, and I kept getting the "shhhsh" sign from two elderly women in a group of 10 next to us. I really did not think we were being all that loud, but I guess we were because the host had to warn us as well. When we were leaving, I was fairly drunk and went over to apologize to the wrinkles for our behaviour, but my wife apparently did not feel we owed them anything. She came rushing over explaining how we were celebrating her cancer survival of 20 years (not true) in an attempt, I guess, to make them feel bad for chastising us. She had been telling us for 20 minutes that she felt like doing this because they don't own the bar. I tried to tell her that we didn't either, but my wife and alcohol are long lost cousins with a reunion everytime they see each other.
A grey hair piped up right away and said "well we're celebrating the 10 year anniversary of the death of my husband". ZING! I guess she trumped Joddi. Touche'.
This morning my head feels like an empty 55 gallon steel drum...and somebody keeps hitting it with a pipe wrench.
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