After recording Bad Monkey's first rough demo in April, we realized there's plenty of room for improvement. I suggested we focus on playing other songs (new stuff) before going back and rehearsing the songs we want to record for the final demo. It works for me, and singer Mirthe attested it works for her, too. The drummer and bass player are fine with it and go along. We all suggested some songs we wanted to play and eventually picked 4 songs for the next rehearsals - which were last weekend.
I made one suggestion, shortly before I went on a short vacation: Serena Ryder's "Stumbling over you".
A couple of years ago, I had given Mirthe's boyfriend EJ a copy/complilation of Serena Ryder songs off all her albums, knowing he'd like it. So Mirthe's familiar with her music, but in order for the other two to rehearse the song I had to send them an MP3 file of the song (which I incidentally have).
I figured, since the last rehearsals would be amongst trips of various band members (everybody but the singer) and we had very little time to practice before getting together, you'd want a song to be simple - or easy to play. Hence my suggestion.
After playing a couple of songs to warm up Mirthe's vocal chords we played "Stumbling over you". I was pleased we had it down after two takes, but imagine my surprised when the others praised me for picked such a good song. They love it because it's (fairly) easy to play, but they also love the song for the song itself!
We unanimously decided that this song is going to be recorded for the final demo! :D
Afterwards we had dinner at a lovely place, where we reflected on the rehearsals and planned ahead. Knowing bass player Ester is also a Melissa Etheridge fan I sent her Serena Ryder's duet with Melissa called "Broken heart sun" via blue tooth, which Ester immediately made her new ring tone (her previous one is some Madonna song). Ester is now "converted" and a Serena fan as well. Her last album "Is it O.K." is (still) not available in the Netherlands, so Ester had to order it.
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Jun 18, 2011
Dreaming big
Originally posted on February 27, 2011.
When, last year, I gave the band its current name I told them I wanted to record a demo - before I was going back to Canada. I kept my eyes and ears open for a decent backing singer, and a solo guitarist (being a rhythm guitarist only gets you so far). The drummer and bass player both did the same.
The bass player suddenly announced she found a sound engineer with a home AND a portable studio. How awesome is that? The sound engineer apparently just loves to record music.
For now the band is only playing covers for the sole reason that it makes for good "bonding" (rehearsing takes place whenever our busy schedules allow). And the demo will show how well we sound as a musical unit.
A friend of mine is an amateur photographer (a great one) who I've asked whether he wanted to do a photo shoot with the band. He excitedly jumped up at the request; he would love to. The one thing Bad Monkey has to do is wait for Summer for the shoot.
Talking to another friend earlier today, she joked (I think she did anyway) she would do the video. The bass player, who was eaves dropping, loved the idea and asked me when we were going to do the video. Um, like, when the rest is able to come to Canada? For now I continue to dream big.
When, last year, I gave the band its current name I told them I wanted to record a demo - before I was going back to Canada. I kept my eyes and ears open for a decent backing singer, and a solo guitarist (being a rhythm guitarist only gets you so far). The drummer and bass player both did the same.
The bass player suddenly announced she found a sound engineer with a home AND a portable studio. How awesome is that? The sound engineer apparently just loves to record music.
For now the band is only playing covers for the sole reason that it makes for good "bonding" (rehearsing takes place whenever our busy schedules allow). And the demo will show how well we sound as a musical unit.
A friend of mine is an amateur photographer (a great one) who I've asked whether he wanted to do a photo shoot with the band. He excitedly jumped up at the request; he would love to. The one thing Bad Monkey has to do is wait for Summer for the shoot.
Talking to another friend earlier today, she joked (I think she did anyway) she would do the video. The bass player, who was eaves dropping, loved the idea and asked me when we were going to do the video. Um, like, when the rest is able to come to Canada? For now I continue to dream big.
Jun 17, 2011
Rhyme and reason
Originally posted on October 15, 2010.
My wonderful friend Joe wrote an interesting piece on Bill O'Reilly's appearance on The View. Yup, the one where Joy and Whoopi upped and left. I'm sharing it with his approval.
My wonderful friend Joe wrote an interesting piece on Bill O'Reilly's appearance on The View. Yup, the one where Joy and Whoopi upped and left. I'm sharing it with his approval.
I've been thinking about Bill O'Reilly's appearance on the view that caused Whoopi Goldberg and Joy Behar to walk out midway through the show and had a thought crystallize in my head that there is one simple reason why the Cordoba House should be built. While the various freedoms Americans are supposed to enjoy (although those who are suing to stop this apparently don't recognize those rights) are important, there is a legitimate argument to be made that while someone may be allowed to do something and can do it, that doesn't necessarily mean they should. But there is one far more important, yet simple, reason and for anyone who is a friend of mine who still thinks that the Cordoba House shouldn't go through, here it is: Muslims didn't attack America on 9/11.
I'm sure there are many who would be perplexed at that statement after reading it, but rest assured, I'm not crazy. I'm not suggesting that there never were any planes, or hijackers, or that the hijackers were CIA agents, aliens or Marilyn Monroe clones. I'm also not suggesting that this wasn't an attack on America itself, nor that the hijackers claimed to be Muslim. I stipulate all those facts and have no reason to doubt a single one of them. But nonetheless, Muslims didn't attack America because fanatical extremist idealists attacked America who claimed to be Muslim.
This comment might confuse some and it might seem a tremendous quibble to others, but it is absolutely crucial to understanding everything: 9/11 itself, terrorism in general, al-Qaida specifically and the state of politics and religion today. The reason is that people are failing to see necessary boundaries between classes of people and failing to recognize how significant those boundaries are. Instead, they are simply looking at a person who shoots someone to stop them from killing his children as the same as the person who would kill the children in the first place. They are both killers, so why make any further distinction at all?
It is this same reason why Bill O'Reilly's comment today, that Muslims attacked America, was so offensive. I'm sure that almost no one who opposes the Cordoba House really saw much of anything wrong with it and thinks that those who do are being overly politically correct. The problem is, however, not that people are being overly sensitive, but that such statements tacitly make sweeping condemnations of anyone in that class of people for some issue that has nothing to do with the basic properties of that class of people. There is, after all, nothing in Islam that suggests that they must hate America, that they must condemn it or attack it, or in way oppose it. There are many loyal Muslim Americans who would, and have given their lives to defend this country, even at times against others who also claim to be Muslim.
For those who still doubt what I'm saying, let me use that exact same argument structure to put forward a couple of other statements: Jews killed Jesus or Christians killed the Jews. Both of those statements were used in the past and are used to this day to vilify an entire class of people who did nothing more than belong to a religion that had nothing to do either with killing Jesus or with killing Jews. In this same way, we clearly recognize that those who kill abortion doctors out of a supposed devotion to Christianity are criminals that are not exemplars of Christianity, as we recognize that Israeli assassins killing someone in another country are not exemplars of Judaism. Instead, we recognize that a few people with extreme ideologies commit crimes and use their extremist beliefs to back them up, but that these beliefs while connected to a creed are not of that creed itself.
And it's that same standard of behavior that is missing in the dialogue about the Cordoba House and Islam in this country in general. We would never dare suggest that it's inappropriate for a synagogue to be within a few blocks of a church, yet many do the same with the Cordoba House. We also would never dare to suggest that we screen any Jews, Christians, Hindus or Buddhists to be screened for potential ties to terrorists simply for belonging to their faith, despite the fact that they, like all other major faiths throughout the world, have been called on as rationales for horrendous atrocities--not long ago, or far away, but as close as Oklahoma City or Atlanta, both of which had notable terrorist crimes that were attributed to "Christian" reasons.
So, I'll say it again, Muslims didn't attack America, nor did Islam attack Christianity. A terrorist organization that claims to be Islamic yet has no problem disregarding any part of Islam that presents an obstacle to them organized and orchestrated a cold-blooded monstrosity against a mixture of Americans of all faiths, including Muslims. They did so not because they are Muslim, or we are Christian, but because they have become embittered and angry over various historical and personal events and have failed to recognize boundaries between classes of people, and condemned all who belong to a class as guilty of perceived crimes by other members of that class.
Sound familiar?
I'm sure there are many who would be perplexed at that statement after reading it, but rest assured, I'm not crazy. I'm not suggesting that there never were any planes, or hijackers, or that the hijackers were CIA agents, aliens or Marilyn Monroe clones. I'm also not suggesting that this wasn't an attack on America itself, nor that the hijackers claimed to be Muslim. I stipulate all those facts and have no reason to doubt a single one of them. But nonetheless, Muslims didn't attack America because fanatical extremist idealists attacked America who claimed to be Muslim.
This comment might confuse some and it might seem a tremendous quibble to others, but it is absolutely crucial to understanding everything: 9/11 itself, terrorism in general, al-Qaida specifically and the state of politics and religion today. The reason is that people are failing to see necessary boundaries between classes of people and failing to recognize how significant those boundaries are. Instead, they are simply looking at a person who shoots someone to stop them from killing his children as the same as the person who would kill the children in the first place. They are both killers, so why make any further distinction at all?
It is this same reason why Bill O'Reilly's comment today, that Muslims attacked America, was so offensive. I'm sure that almost no one who opposes the Cordoba House really saw much of anything wrong with it and thinks that those who do are being overly politically correct. The problem is, however, not that people are being overly sensitive, but that such statements tacitly make sweeping condemnations of anyone in that class of people for some issue that has nothing to do with the basic properties of that class of people. There is, after all, nothing in Islam that suggests that they must hate America, that they must condemn it or attack it, or in way oppose it. There are many loyal Muslim Americans who would, and have given their lives to defend this country, even at times against others who also claim to be Muslim.
For those who still doubt what I'm saying, let me use that exact same argument structure to put forward a couple of other statements: Jews killed Jesus or Christians killed the Jews. Both of those statements were used in the past and are used to this day to vilify an entire class of people who did nothing more than belong to a religion that had nothing to do either with killing Jesus or with killing Jews. In this same way, we clearly recognize that those who kill abortion doctors out of a supposed devotion to Christianity are criminals that are not exemplars of Christianity, as we recognize that Israeli assassins killing someone in another country are not exemplars of Judaism. Instead, we recognize that a few people with extreme ideologies commit crimes and use their extremist beliefs to back them up, but that these beliefs while connected to a creed are not of that creed itself.
And it's that same standard of behavior that is missing in the dialogue about the Cordoba House and Islam in this country in general. We would never dare suggest that it's inappropriate for a synagogue to be within a few blocks of a church, yet many do the same with the Cordoba House. We also would never dare to suggest that we screen any Jews, Christians, Hindus or Buddhists to be screened for potential ties to terrorists simply for belonging to their faith, despite the fact that they, like all other major faiths throughout the world, have been called on as rationales for horrendous atrocities--not long ago, or far away, but as close as Oklahoma City or Atlanta, both of which had notable terrorist crimes that were attributed to "Christian" reasons.
So, I'll say it again, Muslims didn't attack America, nor did Islam attack Christianity. A terrorist organization that claims to be Islamic yet has no problem disregarding any part of Islam that presents an obstacle to them organized and orchestrated a cold-blooded monstrosity against a mixture of Americans of all faiths, including Muslims. They did so not because they are Muslim, or we are Christian, but because they have become embittered and angry over various historical and personal events and have failed to recognize boundaries between classes of people, and condemned all who belong to a class as guilty of perceived crimes by other members of that class.
Sound familiar?
Time flies
This was originally posted on August 17, 2010.
On Sunday I woke up with a bad case of vertigo, and after feeding Saffron I go back to bed. When I woke up again an hour and a half later, it seemed to have done the trick. I had a couple of vegetable springrolls I got at The Italian Market for brunch. They weren't as good as I hoped they'd be. My advice: add more carrots. The soy sauce that came along wasn't exactly to my taste either, so I made my own by mixing Frank's Hot Sauce with regular tomato ketchup. After that I went for a walk, and headed for The Hydrostone Market. (Half of the stores are closed, because it's Sunday.) Just walking up the street towards Robie got me wheezing and coughing. I lowered my pace slightly, and it took a before the reason sunk in: my asthma was acting up due to the muggy weather conditions. Yay! I went in Quantum Frontier, a comic book store, and found a volume of Terry Moore's Echo I hadn't read yet. I then trek down to the Halifax Shopping Mall. I had intended to pick up a couple of V-neck tees, but the ones Gap currently carries is expensive: Old Navy lets me have two for that price. And while the fabric used for the Gap tees are almost see through, the Old Navy ones are solid. Anyhoo, by the time I decided to walk back I was cooled down enough and I had read the comic while sipping a diet root beer. At the mall. At the first set of traffic lights I popped my neck, while waiting for the WALK sign to light up. The cars were allowed to go first. Suddenly, I saw a gray sedan drive by and a pink haired girl with her head stuck out the window let out a cross between a cat call and a howl. I looked around to see who that was aimed at... Only to realize that at that moment I was the only pedestrian. I was puzzled shortly, and then I was amused.
My friend Kelly picked me up for a late dinner at Maxwell's Plum. Kelly got the $2 deal on Mussels, and the Spud Covers, while I ordered the Maxwell Club House (no cheese, no bacon). We caught up and enjoyed our food. Oh, their double Rum Runner was delicious as well. It was good to see my friend healthy and happy. We went over to her apartment afterward, where I got to meet her guests (visiting from Ottawa, ON) and her two kitty sleepovers. (They're from her friend who was on a trip.) Oh, and I mustn't forget boyfriend Jon. We briefly talked photography.
It was late by the time Kelly dropped me off in Halifax. I initially thought Krista hadn't returned from Lunenburg and was partying her ass off somewhere, but when I got in the apartment I saw she got back long enough to drop off her stuff and check her E-mail. Saffron just looked at me from the bed - like I was supposed to bring Krista home. I was so tired I decided not to wait up, and went sweepy bye bye.
The next day was my last one in Halifax (for a while) and after I pretty much repacked my bag, we drove out to Old Navy and WalMart, and we finally get Foxglove out! One thing we didn't do was check the weather forecast, but it was beautiful and sunny, so we went. The baby Cape Islander was rocking as it was windy out on the Atlantic. We steered for McNab's. Before we knew it it was time to head to Krista's mom's house for dinner. Her friend Jim Swansburg, who is currently working on Haven (can you spell Stephen King?), joined us. Krista's mom cooked up some deliciously tender chicken legs. (Thank you!) After dinner we looked at some pictures of Krista when she was younger. Heh.
Too soon it was time for us to go back to Halifax, pick up my baggage and head for Stanfield Int'l. At least we're on time, and there's no fog this time either... I'll be back soon!
On Sunday I woke up with a bad case of vertigo, and after feeding Saffron I go back to bed. When I woke up again an hour and a half later, it seemed to have done the trick. I had a couple of vegetable springrolls I got at The Italian Market for brunch. They weren't as good as I hoped they'd be. My advice: add more carrots. The soy sauce that came along wasn't exactly to my taste either, so I made my own by mixing Frank's Hot Sauce with regular tomato ketchup. After that I went for a walk, and headed for The Hydrostone Market. (Half of the stores are closed, because it's Sunday.) Just walking up the street towards Robie got me wheezing and coughing. I lowered my pace slightly, and it took a before the reason sunk in: my asthma was acting up due to the muggy weather conditions. Yay! I went in Quantum Frontier, a comic book store, and found a volume of Terry Moore's Echo I hadn't read yet. I then trek down to the Halifax Shopping Mall. I had intended to pick up a couple of V-neck tees, but the ones Gap currently carries is expensive: Old Navy lets me have two for that price. And while the fabric used for the Gap tees are almost see through, the Old Navy ones are solid. Anyhoo, by the time I decided to walk back I was cooled down enough and I had read the comic while sipping a diet root beer. At the mall. At the first set of traffic lights I popped my neck, while waiting for the WALK sign to light up. The cars were allowed to go first. Suddenly, I saw a gray sedan drive by and a pink haired girl with her head stuck out the window let out a cross between a cat call and a howl. I looked around to see who that was aimed at... Only to realize that at that moment I was the only pedestrian. I was puzzled shortly, and then I was amused.
My friend Kelly picked me up for a late dinner at Maxwell's Plum. Kelly got the $2 deal on Mussels, and the Spud Covers, while I ordered the Maxwell Club House (no cheese, no bacon). We caught up and enjoyed our food. Oh, their double Rum Runner was delicious as well. It was good to see my friend healthy and happy. We went over to her apartment afterward, where I got to meet her guests (visiting from Ottawa, ON) and her two kitty sleepovers. (They're from her friend who was on a trip.) Oh, and I mustn't forget boyfriend Jon. We briefly talked photography.
It was late by the time Kelly dropped me off in Halifax. I initially thought Krista hadn't returned from Lunenburg and was partying her ass off somewhere, but when I got in the apartment I saw she got back long enough to drop off her stuff and check her E-mail. Saffron just looked at me from the bed - like I was supposed to bring Krista home. I was so tired I decided not to wait up, and went sweepy bye bye.
The next day was my last one in Halifax (for a while) and after I pretty much repacked my bag, we drove out to Old Navy and WalMart, and we finally get Foxglove out! One thing we didn't do was check the weather forecast, but it was beautiful and sunny, so we went. The baby Cape Islander was rocking as it was windy out on the Atlantic. We steered for McNab's. Before we knew it it was time to head to Krista's mom's house for dinner. Her friend Jim Swansburg, who is currently working on Haven (can you spell Stephen King?), joined us. Krista's mom cooked up some deliciously tender chicken legs. (Thank you!) After dinner we looked at some pictures of Krista when she was younger. Heh.
Too soon it was time for us to go back to Halifax, pick up my baggage and head for Stanfield Int'l. At least we're on time, and there's no fog this time either... I'll be back soon!
So many interesting people, so little time
Originally posted August 14, 2010.
We left Charlottetown around 8PM and arrived back in Halifax around 1AM. Unfortunately, we didn’t get to sleep in: we were expected at Tom Gallant’s schooner Avenger. It was a wonderful day with plenty of wind: at one point we had a speed of 9 knots. The next day we were late at arriving at the Lunenburg Yacht Club, but on time to see the start of the race. Krista and I ate the chicken wings we got for the race (can’t let them go to waste, eh?) before driving back to Mahone Bay, where I spent the afternoon being a total tourist. I walked up and down Main St and treated myself to two scoops of dairy free ice cream at Caféhaus. There were three flavors I can safely enjoy, and one of them is my favorite: lemon. The owner warned me it’s really “sour” because he made the ice cream with real lemons, and I assured him that that’s the way I like it. It was tangy, and it was lovely! I recognized his German accent and asked him about it. I ended up talking about emigrating to Canada, finding a job, 9/11, Germany, the Netherlands (he even spoke some Dutch)…
Krista and I headed to the yacht club after the race was over to drop off the food. We hung around for a little while before driving back to Halifax, where we did some grocery shopping for the next day (hamburgers!). I tried a donair; it wasn’t bad, but definitely not something I’d eat regularly. (I would add some garlic sauce/paste for more flavor.)
We arrived in time for the races on Tuesday. There were a few new faces in Tom's crew. All interesting people, and all nice. Some of them have traveled the world more extensively than I have, and have interesting and hilarious stories to tell. I noticed one of the female crew members being in a bit of awe of one of the guys in the crew, Lennie. I didn't get it. Anyway, we sucked at that day's races: lack of wind doesn't do a schooner much good. Lennie graciously indulged us and sung a few songs, hoping to win over the wind gods... Tom even reenacted his VHF play for me: Pink Pirate and his closeted red neck lover Raging Bull were brought back. It cracked up the entire crew. Krista provided everybody with delicious burgers, and sometime after 7PM Tom called it a day. We took the sails down and motored back to the yacht club.
The more people I meet who have relocated to Canada, the more stories I hear about them meeting their loves of their lives and marrying them. I don't know if that is for me.
Krista was pretty hammered, so I was that night's designated driver home. That was when she asked me if I had any idea who Lennie Gallant is. (Despite having the same last name Tom and Lennie are not related.) I confessed I had no clue, so my friend clued me in. I felt like a turd: I could have talked about music - or something, if I had known!
It was raining on Wednesday morning and Krista didn't feel like driving down to Lunenburg, so way stayed home. My allergies happened to pick that morning to start acting up badly, so I popped a Benadryl and napped. We had salads at A Mano at Bishop's Landing; mine was a tasty chicken salad, Krista had a tasty one with caramelized onions. I got a chocolate rum cake and a whiskey cake (I know my mom and brother would enjoy) at Rum Runners around the corner, and a bubble tea at Mu Lan Tea House across the street from A Mano. I was supposed to hear from my friend Nancy, but when I didn't I accepted my friend Amanda's dinner invite. To make a long story short: Amanda did not lock herself out, but something in the doorknob broke, so we couldn't get in. Good thing she didn't start the stove or anything - although her cat Sage didn't understand why we weren't coming in. Amanda's friend Sarah helped us out with delicious cinnamon rolls (we were getting hungry). We ended up having pasta salad and sushi on the lawn outside, while we waiting for the locksmith to show up. He arrived two hours later (after we played several rounds of 20 Questions in the hallway), and needed 45 minutes to drill through the doorknob. It was around 11PM when Amanda was able to finally go back into her apartment. Yay!
The next morning Krista drove me to Kannon Boardshop in Lawrencetown, NS. I met up with my instructor Alex, and we set out to surf. Just check out the post below. When we got back Krista packed for Lunenburg, I packed to crash at Amanda's for a night. (Still close enough to feed Saffron.) ... Aaand... Take 2! Amanda made some delicious vegetarian patties (oatmeal, onions, egg and cream of shroom), and we had those burgers with bagels. After dinner we rode the bus downtown to the Busker's Festival. We caught one entire performance and it was quite entertaining.
We slept in on Friday morning; I let Amanda take advantage of the fact she managed to get an extended weekend off to visit her family on PEI. After a late breakfast we stroll around downtown. I popped in at the HMV to see if I could find any of Lennie's albums. I did. (There was an entire section on local music and music from Eastern Canada.)
My friend Nancy picked me up in her truck the next morning to do brunch. (No weather to ride a motorcycle.) We drove to Moustache and got a table (with shade) on their patio. Nancy gets the Sunshine Salad, while I order the Chinese Chicken Salad. We catch up and enjoy the food. I forgot about her sense of humor. Heh. Unfortunately, she has other plans for the afternoon, so we don't get to play. She promises we'll get to play the next time. Nancy drops me off at the apartment, and hopes I'll get into a bit of trouble before I leave Halifax *snicker* The way things are going right now I won't be getting any Haligonian tail. I decide to get a haircut. I walk over to First Choice Haircutters at the Forum, and I emerge with a shorter 'do twenty minutes later. At home I wash out the hair products, and notice that the junior hairdresser didn't do a fantastic job. It's less than MEH. The upside of having short hair is that you won't notice it anymore in a week or two.
Lunch with my friend Kelly is postponed: we'll have dinner the next evening instead. I watch some TV and catch an episode of Degrassi. Unfortunately, this is not one where they handled the transgender storyline. Time flies this Summer: I'll be flying out in a couple of days - aaaargh!
We left Charlottetown around 8PM and arrived back in Halifax around 1AM. Unfortunately, we didn’t get to sleep in: we were expected at Tom Gallant’s schooner Avenger. It was a wonderful day with plenty of wind: at one point we had a speed of 9 knots. The next day we were late at arriving at the Lunenburg Yacht Club, but on time to see the start of the race. Krista and I ate the chicken wings we got for the race (can’t let them go to waste, eh?) before driving back to Mahone Bay, where I spent the afternoon being a total tourist. I walked up and down Main St and treated myself to two scoops of dairy free ice cream at Caféhaus. There were three flavors I can safely enjoy, and one of them is my favorite: lemon. The owner warned me it’s really “sour” because he made the ice cream with real lemons, and I assured him that that’s the way I like it. It was tangy, and it was lovely! I recognized his German accent and asked him about it. I ended up talking about emigrating to Canada, finding a job, 9/11, Germany, the Netherlands (he even spoke some Dutch)…
Krista and I headed to the yacht club after the race was over to drop off the food. We hung around for a little while before driving back to Halifax, where we did some grocery shopping for the next day (hamburgers!). I tried a donair; it wasn’t bad, but definitely not something I’d eat regularly. (I would add some garlic sauce/paste for more flavor.)
We arrived in time for the races on Tuesday. There were a few new faces in Tom's crew. All interesting people, and all nice. Some of them have traveled the world more extensively than I have, and have interesting and hilarious stories to tell. I noticed one of the female crew members being in a bit of awe of one of the guys in the crew, Lennie. I didn't get it. Anyway, we sucked at that day's races: lack of wind doesn't do a schooner much good. Lennie graciously indulged us and sung a few songs, hoping to win over the wind gods... Tom even reenacted his VHF play for me: Pink Pirate and his closeted red neck lover Raging Bull were brought back. It cracked up the entire crew. Krista provided everybody with delicious burgers, and sometime after 7PM Tom called it a day. We took the sails down and motored back to the yacht club.
The more people I meet who have relocated to Canada, the more stories I hear about them meeting their loves of their lives and marrying them. I don't know if that is for me.
Krista was pretty hammered, so I was that night's designated driver home. That was when she asked me if I had any idea who Lennie Gallant is. (Despite having the same last name Tom and Lennie are not related.) I confessed I had no clue, so my friend clued me in. I felt like a turd: I could have talked about music - or something, if I had known!
It was raining on Wednesday morning and Krista didn't feel like driving down to Lunenburg, so way stayed home. My allergies happened to pick that morning to start acting up badly, so I popped a Benadryl and napped. We had salads at A Mano at Bishop's Landing; mine was a tasty chicken salad, Krista had a tasty one with caramelized onions. I got a chocolate rum cake and a whiskey cake (I know my mom and brother would enjoy) at Rum Runners around the corner, and a bubble tea at Mu Lan Tea House across the street from A Mano. I was supposed to hear from my friend Nancy, but when I didn't I accepted my friend Amanda's dinner invite. To make a long story short: Amanda did not lock herself out, but something in the doorknob broke, so we couldn't get in. Good thing she didn't start the stove or anything - although her cat Sage didn't understand why we weren't coming in. Amanda's friend Sarah helped us out with delicious cinnamon rolls (we were getting hungry). We ended up having pasta salad and sushi on the lawn outside, while we waiting for the locksmith to show up. He arrived two hours later (after we played several rounds of 20 Questions in the hallway), and needed 45 minutes to drill through the doorknob. It was around 11PM when Amanda was able to finally go back into her apartment. Yay!
The next morning Krista drove me to Kannon Boardshop in Lawrencetown, NS. I met up with my instructor Alex, and we set out to surf. Just check out the post below. When we got back Krista packed for Lunenburg, I packed to crash at Amanda's for a night. (Still close enough to feed Saffron.) ... Aaand... Take 2! Amanda made some delicious vegetarian patties (oatmeal, onions, egg and cream of shroom), and we had those burgers with bagels. After dinner we rode the bus downtown to the Busker's Festival. We caught one entire performance and it was quite entertaining.
We slept in on Friday morning; I let Amanda take advantage of the fact she managed to get an extended weekend off to visit her family on PEI. After a late breakfast we stroll around downtown. I popped in at the HMV to see if I could find any of Lennie's albums. I did. (There was an entire section on local music and music from Eastern Canada.)
My friend Nancy picked me up in her truck the next morning to do brunch. (No weather to ride a motorcycle.) We drove to Moustache and got a table (with shade) on their patio. Nancy gets the Sunshine Salad, while I order the Chinese Chicken Salad. We catch up and enjoy the food. I forgot about her sense of humor. Heh. Unfortunately, she has other plans for the afternoon, so we don't get to play. She promises we'll get to play the next time. Nancy drops me off at the apartment, and hopes I'll get into a bit of trouble before I leave Halifax *snicker* The way things are going right now I won't be getting any Haligonian tail. I decide to get a haircut. I walk over to First Choice Haircutters at the Forum, and I emerge with a shorter 'do twenty minutes later. At home I wash out the hair products, and notice that the junior hairdresser didn't do a fantastic job. It's less than MEH. The upside of having short hair is that you won't notice it anymore in a week or two.
Lunch with my friend Kelly is postponed: we'll have dinner the next evening instead. I watch some TV and catch an episode of Degrassi. Unfortunately, this is not one where they handled the transgender storyline. Time flies this Summer: I'll be flying out in a couple of days - aaaargh!
Glad to be back, TO! (Eau de Frog, and What about that hair?!)
Originally posted on August 8, 2010.
My friend Sean was awaiting me at the airport in Toronto, just like he said he would. I almost missed him, but he was the only guy snapping pictures of me. It made me grin like an idiot. We grabbed a taxi to Bond Place Hotel, a hotel conveniently located steps away from Yonge-Dundas Square - and Eaton Centre. After checking in, Sean and I had a late lunch at Chipotle (my friend Stacey would dig this!) Sean and I scoped the area around the hotel. Then it was time for me to go back to the hotel, and freshen myself up for dinner with my friend Wendy and her husband Ed. Wendy and I met through Facebook, and she's one of those people I have had some interesting conversations with. She is just as sweet in real life. I enjoyed her and her husband's playful poking. If I ever settle down with someone that's what I want: I want someone with an amazing sense of humor. (I've always thought of it as important.) Wendy and Ed took me to their favorite Chinese restaurant, East Moon, in York - which was quite a drive from the hotel. Moose Lee was included, and he and I had a wonderful time. The food was good, the company was fantastic, and by the time I was back in my room I had trouble staying awake.
I intended to work out the next morning, but when I woke up a little after 5AM I opted for a few more hours of sleep. I woke up two hours later. I took my time waking up, breakfasting on left over hot and spicy chicken wings. Toronto Greeter Penny was waiting for me in the lobby when I came down all fresh and clean a little before 10AM. She reminded me very much of my friend Lucy, and when I learned she studied History (Canadian history) I knew that was what they had in common. Penny apologized and told me Cabbagetown was really her neighborhood of expertise, but she did research on the city's Gay Village and was more than ready to give me the tour. Well, I can tell you she sure did her homework: she came with all kinds of trivia I hadn't read in any of my city guides (yes, I have several). I had an excellent time walking around parts of Toronto (I hope she did, too) and learning about them. Like with Charles, my Big Apple City Greeter, I gave her a pack of Dutch stroopwafels. They're just to show my appreciation (they do it for free!) and having visited the Netherlands 3 times, Penny was looking forward to enjoying them. She told me she was going to have to hide them from her grandson. *LOL*
One of the things I kept in mind was that if I ever decide to move to TO 519 Church is one of the places to go. The tour ended in Chinatown, and I still remember from 8 years ago how to get back to the area my hotel is located. (When I first visited Canada I picked TO and Niagara Falls, and stayed at a hotel next to the Maple Leaf Garden.) I walked my way to the Royal Alexandra Theatre, where Sean and I would attend a show, and from there it was a short walk to Union Station, where Sean and I were going to meet the next morning. I had a wonderful meal at Le Commensal, which was a short walk away from my hotel. I had forgotten how much I love their garlic pasta! I also found out they're open for breakfast... Before I went back to the hotel, I popped in at the HMV on Yonge St, where they were playing the new Arcade Fire album (released the next day). I picked up a few CDs, and the girl who helped me had some pretty awesome tattoos. And guess what? She's from Halifax, too!
I skipped a work out at the gym the next morning and went back to Le Commensal for breakfast: a very tasty avocado sandwich (with tomato and lettuce) and green tea. Then I walked to Union Station to meet with Sean. I was early, he was on time. We went up CN Tower (I didn't go up the first time I visited Toronto, because of an enormous line of people waiting) and spent some time gawking. Just driving into the downtown a couple of days ago I couldn't believe the amount of high rises along the lake front; I surely don't remember them being there eight years ago. After that we walked to the ferry terminal and got tickets to the Toronto Islands. The skyline looks different from what I remember. I should see if I can dig up a picture I took of the TO skyline and compare it with one I just took... We had to wait quite a while for the Ward's Island ferry. When we got off it we went straight to the Rectory Café, where Sean and I had a lunch. I had a tasty veggie omelet:
We walked the boardwalk from the Rectory Café towards Center Island, where we rented a 2-seater quad and cycled the rest of the islands. (It was hot, and we could use some shade, so cycling that quad was a good option!) Looking back I can't believe the distance I covered on foot (8 years before) wearing combat boots in 32C and regular pants instead of shorts.
Back in the city we passed the Hockey Hall of Fame. It was a muggy 26C (it felt more like 34C) and we cooled off a bit at the Sheraton. There, we called off walking to the Dakota Tavern (too much and too far away) and headed to Silver Snail Comics instead. (We passed a Fluevog store, where I bought a pair of cool shoes.)
I found the latest volume of Terry Moore's "Echo", and a very cute koala hat. I was foolish NOT to buy it. What was I thinking. Um. Wait. I wasn't thinking. The heat gave me a case of fried brains. That was it! Anyway, then we went back to the hotel and while I freshened up, Sean got a pint at the Imperial Pub across the street. Then we had dinner at Le Commensal (see a pattern there?) before heading to the theater to see Rock of Ages. We were early, which gave us the opportunity to check out Canada's Walk of Fame (Sean and I thought it was pretty short. Maybe we missed part of the walk?), and have a pre-theater drink at a pub called O'Malley's. (Arrr, matey!)
Rock of Ages rocked! It was funny at times, and pretty much a sing along show, too. I enjoyed it very much.
When I got back to the hotel I repacked, and the next morning I took the airport shuttle. It was great to be back in Toronto - even if it was just for a very short period of time. I'll be back!
It was raining when I arrived in Halifax, and Krista was waiting for me. We caught up while we were waiting for the baggage belt to start. When we got home we immediately prepared for our trip to the Magdalen Islands. We each packed a bag, and camping gear and stowed it in Krista's hatchback. We went to bed early, because we had to leave early to catch to 9AM ferry in Souris, PEI. Despite the fog during the first part of our trip (hello Confederation Bridge) and missing a turn in Charlottetown, we made it in time... Only to find out there was NO 9AM ferry. WTF?! When I made reservations it specifically said 9AM instead of the regular 2PM one. Because of that I asked Krista if she was alright with leaving so early (she was). Needless to say we weren't amused. Krista suggested getting breakfast at The Bluefin Restaurant in Souris. The food's simple but good, and it's a short drive away from the ferry terminal. There was a woman at the restaurant who's a dead ringer for Krista's mom (we should have taken a picture!); Krista was trying not to stare too much and I did a double take on my way to the washrooms.
When we finally were on the ferry we had a few hours tokill relax and catch up on a bit of sleep. Krista also introduced me to a card game called Set. It's the kind of game that gets me hooked quickly, and I know would do the same to my brother (can you spell nerds?).
After arriving at Îles de la Madeleine, we immediately drove to the nearest camping (Barachois) where we got a spot for the night. We set up the tent, and I was knocked back by a really really foul smell. I asked Krista about it, and she thought she may have rolled it up after accidentally placing it on dog poo. People, trust me, dog poo is bad, but this was just plain nasty. We decided to let the tent air out before putting up the cover. Long story short: to avoid waking up with a massive headache I spent a night in the car, while Krista shared the tent with... Wait for it... A mummified frog. (E-mail me if you want to see photographic evidence.) I'm not sure what it was doing in the tent - or why it hopped in in the first place - but that's one frog that won't get kissed EVER.
The next day we drove Route 199, which is 88 km long, and runs the whole length of the archipelago. I enjoyed the scenery, the kite surfers, the weather (which improved from a dreary morning to a sunny afternoon), the company, the drive... I enjoyed the fact I got to practice my French (even though I keep struggling with Quebecois French, I think it's better than nothing, eh?) and even though I kept meeting people who easily switched to English upon finding out je suis pas Français, Krista seemed to meet people who didn't speak English at all.
The last meal on the islands was at a café/resto called "Le pas perdue". I had a chicken burger (with real chicken, instead of processed "chicken") that was served with fries... And some long blond hair (tangling up part of my fries). Bon appetit! Talking about a hairy situation, eh? The waitress apologized profusely and got me a 25% discount. Merci, Mademoiselle. The frog andhare hair are enough to ensure the islands won't be easily forgotten.
We got the 8PM ferry back to PEI, and arrived at 1AM in Souris. We drove to Red Point Provincial Park, and after some haggling at the office (I broke the ice by pointing out one of the ladies' flies was open) we got a spot to camp. Unfortunately, it was very windy and Krista and I were knackered, so we both settled with sleeping in the hatchback. That meant we had to "rearrange" some of the stuff to make room for the both of us. (We managed.) When we woke up the next morning we had a wonderful view of the ocean. It was still early, so we sped to the bathrooms and got showered and properly freshened up. Then we drove to Charlottetown, PEI, and had breakfast at Cora's (I had a Theo's - no cheese - an omelet stuffed with vegetables). After that I did the tourist thing and walked around a bit, checking out Queen St (yup, I found their comic store there) and venturing some side streets, while Krista napped in the car. (Migraines suck. I felt bad for her.) I caught part of an reenactment on a little square off Victoria's Row. I think it was about the Confederation thingy Charlottetown is known for. We had a late lunch (or early dinner) at a place called Ta Ke Sushi. I picked the vegetarian platter and shared it with Krista. It was yummie! And it was plenty; we ended up taking the leftovers to Krista's friend Jude and her parents. Wonderful people. And their cat Spida is something: this is the first cat I have ever met who enjoys walks along the beach.
Krista pointed out that between Toronto and the Magdalen Islands I was in five provinces in a week: Ontario, Nova Scotia, New Brunswick, Prince Edward Island and Quebec :D
My friend Sean was awaiting me at the airport in Toronto, just like he said he would. I almost missed him, but he was the only guy snapping pictures of me. It made me grin like an idiot. We grabbed a taxi to Bond Place Hotel, a hotel conveniently located steps away from Yonge-Dundas Square - and Eaton Centre. After checking in, Sean and I had a late lunch at Chipotle (my friend Stacey would dig this!) Sean and I scoped the area around the hotel. Then it was time for me to go back to the hotel, and freshen myself up for dinner with my friend Wendy and her husband Ed. Wendy and I met through Facebook, and she's one of those people I have had some interesting conversations with. She is just as sweet in real life. I enjoyed her and her husband's playful poking. If I ever settle down with someone that's what I want: I want someone with an amazing sense of humor. (I've always thought of it as important.) Wendy and Ed took me to their favorite Chinese restaurant, East Moon, in York - which was quite a drive from the hotel. Moose Lee was included, and he and I had a wonderful time. The food was good, the company was fantastic, and by the time I was back in my room I had trouble staying awake.
I intended to work out the next morning, but when I woke up a little after 5AM I opted for a few more hours of sleep. I woke up two hours later. I took my time waking up, breakfasting on left over hot and spicy chicken wings. Toronto Greeter Penny was waiting for me in the lobby when I came down all fresh and clean a little before 10AM. She reminded me very much of my friend Lucy, and when I learned she studied History (Canadian history) I knew that was what they had in common. Penny apologized and told me Cabbagetown was really her neighborhood of expertise, but she did research on the city's Gay Village and was more than ready to give me the tour. Well, I can tell you she sure did her homework: she came with all kinds of trivia I hadn't read in any of my city guides (yes, I have several). I had an excellent time walking around parts of Toronto (I hope she did, too) and learning about them. Like with Charles, my Big Apple City Greeter, I gave her a pack of Dutch stroopwafels. They're just to show my appreciation (they do it for free!) and having visited the Netherlands 3 times, Penny was looking forward to enjoying them. She told me she was going to have to hide them from her grandson. *LOL*
One of the things I kept in mind was that if I ever decide to move to TO 519 Church is one of the places to go. The tour ended in Chinatown, and I still remember from 8 years ago how to get back to the area my hotel is located. (When I first visited Canada I picked TO and Niagara Falls, and stayed at a hotel next to the Maple Leaf Garden.) I walked my way to the Royal Alexandra Theatre, where Sean and I would attend a show, and from there it was a short walk to Union Station, where Sean and I were going to meet the next morning. I had a wonderful meal at Le Commensal, which was a short walk away from my hotel. I had forgotten how much I love their garlic pasta! I also found out they're open for breakfast... Before I went back to the hotel, I popped in at the HMV on Yonge St, where they were playing the new Arcade Fire album (released the next day). I picked up a few CDs, and the girl who helped me had some pretty awesome tattoos. And guess what? She's from Halifax, too!
I skipped a work out at the gym the next morning and went back to Le Commensal for breakfast: a very tasty avocado sandwich (with tomato and lettuce) and green tea. Then I walked to Union Station to meet with Sean. I was early, he was on time. We went up CN Tower (I didn't go up the first time I visited Toronto, because of an enormous line of people waiting) and spent some time gawking. Just driving into the downtown a couple of days ago I couldn't believe the amount of high rises along the lake front; I surely don't remember them being there eight years ago. After that we walked to the ferry terminal and got tickets to the Toronto Islands. The skyline looks different from what I remember. I should see if I can dig up a picture I took of the TO skyline and compare it with one I just took... We had to wait quite a while for the Ward's Island ferry. When we got off it we went straight to the Rectory Café, where Sean and I had a lunch. I had a tasty veggie omelet:
We walked the boardwalk from the Rectory Café towards Center Island, where we rented a 2-seater quad and cycled the rest of the islands. (It was hot, and we could use some shade, so cycling that quad was a good option!) Looking back I can't believe the distance I covered on foot (8 years before) wearing combat boots in 32C and regular pants instead of shorts.
Back in the city we passed the Hockey Hall of Fame. It was a muggy 26C (it felt more like 34C) and we cooled off a bit at the Sheraton. There, we called off walking to the Dakota Tavern (too much and too far away) and headed to Silver Snail Comics instead. (We passed a Fluevog store, where I bought a pair of cool shoes.)
I found the latest volume of Terry Moore's "Echo", and a very cute koala hat. I was foolish NOT to buy it. What was I thinking. Um. Wait. I wasn't thinking. The heat gave me a case of fried brains. That was it! Anyway, then we went back to the hotel and while I freshened up, Sean got a pint at the Imperial Pub across the street. Then we had dinner at Le Commensal (see a pattern there?) before heading to the theater to see Rock of Ages. We were early, which gave us the opportunity to check out Canada's Walk of Fame (Sean and I thought it was pretty short. Maybe we missed part of the walk?), and have a pre-theater drink at a pub called O'Malley's. (Arrr, matey!)
Rock of Ages rocked! It was funny at times, and pretty much a sing along show, too. I enjoyed it very much.
When I got back to the hotel I repacked, and the next morning I took the airport shuttle. It was great to be back in Toronto - even if it was just for a very short period of time. I'll be back!
It was raining when I arrived in Halifax, and Krista was waiting for me. We caught up while we were waiting for the baggage belt to start. When we got home we immediately prepared for our trip to the Magdalen Islands. We each packed a bag, and camping gear and stowed it in Krista's hatchback. We went to bed early, because we had to leave early to catch to 9AM ferry in Souris, PEI. Despite the fog during the first part of our trip (hello Confederation Bridge) and missing a turn in Charlottetown, we made it in time... Only to find out there was NO 9AM ferry. WTF?! When I made reservations it specifically said 9AM instead of the regular 2PM one. Because of that I asked Krista if she was alright with leaving so early (she was). Needless to say we weren't amused. Krista suggested getting breakfast at The Bluefin Restaurant in Souris. The food's simple but good, and it's a short drive away from the ferry terminal. There was a woman at the restaurant who's a dead ringer for Krista's mom (we should have taken a picture!); Krista was trying not to stare too much and I did a double take on my way to the washrooms.
When we finally were on the ferry we had a few hours to
After arriving at Îles de la Madeleine, we immediately drove to the nearest camping (Barachois) where we got a spot for the night. We set up the tent, and I was knocked back by a really really foul smell. I asked Krista about it, and she thought she may have rolled it up after accidentally placing it on dog poo. People, trust me, dog poo is bad, but this was just plain nasty. We decided to let the tent air out before putting up the cover. Long story short: to avoid waking up with a massive headache I spent a night in the car, while Krista shared the tent with... Wait for it... A mummified frog. (E-mail me if you want to see photographic evidence.) I'm not sure what it was doing in the tent - or why it hopped in in the first place - but that's one frog that won't get kissed EVER.
The next day we drove Route 199, which is 88 km long, and runs the whole length of the archipelago. I enjoyed the scenery, the kite surfers, the weather (which improved from a dreary morning to a sunny afternoon), the company, the drive... I enjoyed the fact I got to practice my French (even though I keep struggling with Quebecois French, I think it's better than nothing, eh?) and even though I kept meeting people who easily switched to English upon finding out je suis pas Français, Krista seemed to meet people who didn't speak English at all.
The last meal on the islands was at a café/resto called "Le pas perdue". I had a chicken burger (with real chicken, instead of processed "chicken") that was served with fries... And some long blond hair (tangling up part of my fries). Bon appetit! Talking about a hairy situation, eh? The waitress apologized profusely and got me a 25% discount. Merci, Mademoiselle. The frog and
We got the 8PM ferry back to PEI, and arrived at 1AM in Souris. We drove to Red Point Provincial Park, and after some haggling at the office (I broke the ice by pointing out one of the ladies' flies was open) we got a spot to camp. Unfortunately, it was very windy and Krista and I were knackered, so we both settled with sleeping in the hatchback. That meant we had to "rearrange" some of the stuff to make room for the both of us. (We managed.) When we woke up the next morning we had a wonderful view of the ocean. It was still early, so we sped to the bathrooms and got showered and properly freshened up. Then we drove to Charlottetown, PEI, and had breakfast at Cora's (I had a Theo's - no cheese - an omelet stuffed with vegetables). After that I did the tourist thing and walked around a bit, checking out Queen St (yup, I found their comic store there) and venturing some side streets, while Krista napped in the car. (Migraines suck. I felt bad for her.) I caught part of an reenactment on a little square off Victoria's Row. I think it was about the Confederation thingy Charlottetown is known for. We had a late lunch (or early dinner) at a place called Ta Ke Sushi. I picked the vegetarian platter and shared it with Krista. It was yummie! And it was plenty; we ended up taking the leftovers to Krista's friend Jude and her parents. Wonderful people. And their cat Spida is something: this is the first cat I have ever met who enjoys walks along the beach.
Krista pointed out that between Toronto and the Magdalen Islands I was in five provinces in a week: Ontario, Nova Scotia, New Brunswick, Prince Edward Island and Quebec :D
Rowing tournament: short photo recap
Originally posted on July 12, 2010.
The past two weeks was dominated by an ongoing heat wave - with a very short reprieve last weekend (unless you live in the South of the country, like I do). Unfortunately, today was an incredibly hot one, too (temps around 35C/95F).
Watching different teams prepare for their "run". There was one heat for women only teams, one heat for men only teams, and another for mixed teams. The team I was in consisted of Daan (team captain), Naima, Jeroen and Ralf. I participated as a substitute.
The second run of the day was right after lunch. (I was actually finishing a burger when we were called to prepare, and two team members just left for the restroom.) Anyway, Daan wanted me to participate in the second run. My brother Arnold managed to come over and cheer us on. He took the following pictures, too:
I had a great day - despite the heat. I told Daan to count me in for next year. Unless I'm visiting Victoria, BC, that is...
EDIT: We ended 6th place! In the mixed heat there were 8 teams, so I guess we did alright for a bunch of beginners, eh? (With just one team practice under their belts before the races.)
The past two weeks was dominated by an ongoing heat wave - with a very short reprieve last weekend (unless you live in the South of the country, like I do). Unfortunately, today was an incredibly hot one, too (temps around 35C/95F).
Watching different teams prepare for their "run". There was one heat for women only teams, one heat for men only teams, and another for mixed teams. The team I was in consisted of Daan (team captain), Naima, Jeroen and Ralf. I participated as a substitute.
Jeroen, Naima and Daan getting ready for the first run of the day. Ralf's just out of the picture.
The second run of the day was right after lunch. (I was actually finishing a burger when we were called to prepare, and two team members just left for the restroom.) Anyway, Daan wanted me to participate in the second run. My brother Arnold managed to come over and cheer us on. He took the following pictures, too:
They - unfortunately - beat us.
The boat and club house. And off we go!
And several minutes later, we finally arrive. The course is a total of 500 meters, with a turn halfway (to keep it simple). ... And the last run of the day (after which Daan took a swim).
I had a great day - despite the heat. I told Daan to count me in for next year. Unless I'm visiting Victoria, BC, that is...
EDIT: We ended 6th place! In the mixed heat there were 8 teams, so I guess we did alright for a bunch of beginners, eh? (With just one team practice under their belts before the races.)
Jun 16, 2011
... And it's back to the grind.
This was originally posted on June 15, 2010.
I think I need a lifetime supply of pet hair remover: most of my friends have pets. Even though dogs mouths are supposed to be cleaner than human mouth, there is something in their saliva that makes my skin break out badly. Thank goodness for Gold Bond Anti-Itch cream! With cats it's their shedding, that makes me sneeze and my eyes water. Oh, and I haven't even started on my asthmatic cough. Thank goodness for lint removal products! And Anti-histamines - let's not forget that... Having said that, I think I did pretty good on this trip. It also helps that I wasn't in the house with the pets much. (I'm the idiot, who, despite my allergies, can't resist petting dogs and cats.) Anyhoo, enough whining!
Thursday is the day Stacey and I planned to go to Chicago. Initially, I suggested I go alone on Tuesday, as Stacey had to go in to work in the morning. But Stacey insisted on coming along and meeting up and reconnecting with some friends. But seeing how pooped my friend was on Wednesday I came up with a solution that (I hope) would be an overall win. It was!
We drive down to Chicago, and after we get to Hilary's place, Hilary and I set off to Tattoo Factory and Millennium Park while we leave Stacey to catch up on some must needed sleep. (I feel bad for wearing Stacey out.) I'm glad it's not crazy at Tattoo Factory (the Blackhawks won the day before), so after some waiting it is my turn. Hilary's invited to come and watch the magic happen, and she's prepared for a long ride. She takes out her sketching book and settles down... To find out it's done about 5 minutes later. Heh heh. She later shows Stacey a sketch she did of me while I was lying belly down. It looks as of I'm sleeping (I wasn't) and I'm curious as how the end result will be! Needless to say, we never made it to Millennium Park.
Hilary and I browse some kid friendly (or are those adult friendly?) stores on Lincoln Square, and lose track of time. We then walk home... And find Stacey peacefully sleeping. Apparently, Teddy the cat, has kept her company. Since I have planned on meeting up with Lindsay and her wife Val (who moved to Chicago the Summer of the Gay Games in 2006) I suggest meeting up somewhere in Andersonville, which is about halfway between Albany Park and Boys Town. Hilary thinks Hamburger Mary's a good place to meet up. (Their fried green beans are, to our surprise, killer!) I can tell you that place wasn't there when I left Chicago! But then again, a lot of things seem to have changed in the four years in between.
Unable to reach Lindsay or Val, Stacey and I leave messages to meet us at Hamburger Mary's. Our friend Anne has to work till 8PM, but is too tired after that to come over, but she and her friend Meatball are contemplating on driving over to Milwaukee to meet up with us. By the time Lindsay and Val call us back, they admit they already had dinner, but will come over to meet with us. What a delightful couple - with a great sense of humor. Unfortunately, time flies when you're having fun, and so all too soon we have to say goodbye. But not without the promise I will come back to the Windy City. (Lindsay and Val are planning a trip to Europe... So who know, eh?) Oh, their "adult" Cherry Cokes are divine.
On Friday Beth gives me a tour of Alverno College. She and Stacey are recalling many many memories. Seriously, if I had heard of Alverno 15, 17 years ago I would surely consider transferring as a foreign student. If I was able to apply for a scholar ship of some sorts. Back home I make a vegan pizza for lunch using the Daiya cheese I picked up at Outpost. And, even though I forgot to add bell peppers, it turned out pretty tasty. "Tracey" has some leftovers she has for lunch.
The mention of Tracey needs some explanation. I was talking to Stacey in the morning about something and out of nowhere "Tracey" comes out of my mouth instead of Stacey. Stacey looked at me and asked me who this Tracey person was, while my mind slowly grasped what just escaped my mouth. Oops! That was when she started calling me Tara for fun. *snicker*
Stacey and I drive down to Discovery World, only to find out it closes at 4PM - instead of 5PM (which is what my friend thought). That means we only have an hour, instead of two. After we bought out tickets (to which out Pride tickets gave us discounts), one of the things pointed out to us is the Les Paul exhibit. So, guess what we checked out? The S/V Denis Sullivan wasn't docked, so we couldn't check out the ship. Next time!
It was warm and sunny when we left Discovery World, and so we decide to walk along the lake. Stacey's car remains parked downtown till Pridefest opens, where we meet up with Ruth, Beth, Kathy and Anina. We got treated to a free air show. (OK, it was really a rehearsal.)
Stacey's wonderful friend Alan provided us with enough tickets to last us through the entire weekend. (Thank you, Alan!) Too bad my flight leaves midday Sunday. We walked around the festival grounds, checking out where the food is, the merch etc. Despite the forecast it's wonderfully sunny! And it didn't take long for Stacey and me to get into a ride: the Sonic SkyGlider. I neglected to tell my friend one thing: I'm afraid of heights. So, the higher we went, the more I felt myself tense up. (My heart rate went up, and my breathing changed.) When Stacey's done talking to a friend on the phone she finally provides enough distraction, so by the time we glide back I was pretty comfortable.
Earlier that day I checked online if I could bring my backpack and camera onto the grounds. Both were mentioned in the list of things that could be confiscated - the following was stated:
We have some food, and some drinkies (you get carded once, receive a bracelet, and you're good to go for the rest of the evening). We watch people, enjoy the performances... And then finally, Otep time! Stacey and I were two of very few people who are into this genre of music. It doesn't really come as a surprise to me, but truth to be told, I am glad Otep played PrideFest; not everybody is into bubblegum pop music most gays are known to like. I remember they kick off their short setlist with "Smash the control machine" and end it with their cover of Nirvana of "Breed". It's over all too soon. Needless to say it's definitely my highlight of the weekend.
Kathy Griffin closes the night. She's good. She's funny. A lot of the jokes she makes are inspired by reality shows - something I find dumbs you down, and therefore I don't watch it. Anyhoo, I have fun watching Beth laugh so hard at times, I can't help but briefly wonder if she's wetting herself a little.
The next morning Stacey and I brunch at Palomino, where I have a deliciously good VLT. The vegan bacon reminds me of the stuff Satisfaction Feast uses on theirs. Then we drive to the little train station directly across from Mitchell International Airport to pick up Hilary. When she gets off I immediately notice she's underdressed. It turns out weather in Chicago is better... When it comes to clothes I don't have much to share with Hilary, Stacey's gracious enough to lend her some of her stuff. Don Juan lives up to his name is loving on Hilary. While I'm hosting Hilary (beverage and home made vegan pizza) Stacey catches up on sleep. Later, Hilary and I kill time at Discovery World, while Stacey's at home waiting for our friend Anne to arrive with her friend Meatball (who took the picture posted below).
We meet up and head to the Henry Maier Festival Park along the lakefront in Milwaukee, where the second day of PrideFest takes place. Despite the cooler weather, we hope it's not going to rain, and our spirits are - naturally - high. We catch up over festival food (I have to say that the chicken fried rice is actually pretty good) and drinks. I mentioned it before: it's been four years! And I finally get to meet Meatball, who I've heard so much about, too. Knowing there will be fireworks later that evening, we make sure we save ourselves a good spot: a picnic table at the lake.
Like prudent adults we call it a night right after the fireworks (even though I wanted to dance); Anne and Meatball have to drive back to Chicago (Anne has to work the next day) and take Hilary home, and I need to pack a bag.
Sunday morning comes too soon, and I have to say goodbye to Don Juan and Spider. Stacey drives me to the airport - a few blocks away...
Thank you: Nick & G, Thomas, Hilary, Ruth & Kathy Beth, Alan, Anina, Shemagne, Lindsay & Val, Anne, and Meatball for a great time. My apologies to those I didn't mention here. Blame a major brain fart on my part.
A special thanks goes out to: Vi & Pam, Wrigley and Savannah, Jane & Rich, their cats and kittens, Stacey, Don Juan & Spider for having me. I had an absolutely wonderful time! I will be back :D
I think I need a lifetime supply of pet hair remover: most of my friends have pets. Even though dogs mouths are supposed to be cleaner than human mouth, there is something in their saliva that makes my skin break out badly. Thank goodness for Gold Bond Anti-Itch cream! With cats it's their shedding, that makes me sneeze and my eyes water. Oh, and I haven't even started on my asthmatic cough. Thank goodness for lint removal products! And Anti-histamines - let's not forget that... Having said that, I think I did pretty good on this trip. It also helps that I wasn't in the house with the pets much. (I'm the idiot, who, despite my allergies, can't resist petting dogs and cats.) Anyhoo, enough whining!
Thursday is the day Stacey and I planned to go to Chicago. Initially, I suggested I go alone on Tuesday, as Stacey had to go in to work in the morning. But Stacey insisted on coming along and meeting up and reconnecting with some friends. But seeing how pooped my friend was on Wednesday I came up with a solution that (I hope) would be an overall win. It was!
We drive down to Chicago, and after we get to Hilary's place, Hilary and I set off to Tattoo Factory and Millennium Park while we leave Stacey to catch up on some must needed sleep. (I feel bad for wearing Stacey out.) I'm glad it's not crazy at Tattoo Factory (the Blackhawks won the day before), so after some waiting it is my turn. Hilary's invited to come and watch the magic happen, and she's prepared for a long ride. She takes out her sketching book and settles down... To find out it's done about 5 minutes later. Heh heh. She later shows Stacey a sketch she did of me while I was lying belly down. It looks as of I'm sleeping (I wasn't) and I'm curious as how the end result will be! Needless to say, we never made it to Millennium Park.
Hilary and I browse some kid friendly (or are those adult friendly?) stores on Lincoln Square, and lose track of time. We then walk home... And find Stacey peacefully sleeping. Apparently, Teddy the cat, has kept her company. Since I have planned on meeting up with Lindsay and her wife Val (who moved to Chicago the Summer of the Gay Games in 2006) I suggest meeting up somewhere in Andersonville, which is about halfway between Albany Park and Boys Town. Hilary thinks Hamburger Mary's a good place to meet up. (Their fried green beans are, to our surprise, killer!) I can tell you that place wasn't there when I left Chicago! But then again, a lot of things seem to have changed in the four years in between.
Unable to reach Lindsay or Val, Stacey and I leave messages to meet us at Hamburger Mary's. Our friend Anne has to work till 8PM, but is too tired after that to come over, but she and her friend Meatball are contemplating on driving over to Milwaukee to meet up with us. By the time Lindsay and Val call us back, they admit they already had dinner, but will come over to meet with us. What a delightful couple - with a great sense of humor. Unfortunately, time flies when you're having fun, and so all too soon we have to say goodbye. But not without the promise I will come back to the Windy City. (Lindsay and Val are planning a trip to Europe... So who know, eh?) Oh, their "adult" Cherry Cokes are divine.
On Friday Beth gives me a tour of Alverno College. She and Stacey are recalling many many memories. Seriously, if I had heard of Alverno 15, 17 years ago I would surely consider transferring as a foreign student. If I was able to apply for a scholar ship of some sorts. Back home I make a vegan pizza for lunch using the Daiya cheese I picked up at Outpost. And, even though I forgot to add bell peppers, it turned out pretty tasty. "Tracey" has some leftovers she has for lunch.
The mention of Tracey needs some explanation. I was talking to Stacey in the morning about something and out of nowhere "Tracey" comes out of my mouth instead of Stacey. Stacey looked at me and asked me who this Tracey person was, while my mind slowly grasped what just escaped my mouth. Oops! That was when she started calling me Tara for fun. *snicker*
Stacey and I drive down to Discovery World, only to find out it closes at 4PM - instead of 5PM (which is what my friend thought). That means we only have an hour, instead of two. After we bought out tickets (to which out Pride tickets gave us discounts), one of the things pointed out to us is the Les Paul exhibit. So, guess what we checked out? The S/V Denis Sullivan wasn't docked, so we couldn't check out the ship. Next time!
It was warm and sunny when we left Discovery World, and so we decide to walk along the lake. Stacey's car remains parked downtown till Pridefest opens, where we meet up with Ruth, Beth, Kathy and Anina. We got treated to a free air show. (OK, it was really a rehearsal.)
Stacey's wonderful friend Alan provided us with enough tickets to last us through the entire weekend. (Thank you, Alan!) Too bad my flight leaves midday Sunday. We walked around the festival grounds, checking out where the food is, the merch etc. Despite the forecast it's wonderfully sunny! And it didn't take long for Stacey and me to get into a ride: the Sonic SkyGlider. I neglected to tell my friend one thing: I'm afraid of heights. So, the higher we went, the more I felt myself tense up. (My heart rate went up, and my breathing changed.) When Stacey's done talking to a friend on the phone she finally provides enough distraction, so by the time we glide back I was pretty comfortable.
Earlier that day I checked online if I could bring my backpack and camera onto the grounds. Both were mentioned in the list of things that could be confiscated - the following was stated:
If you have a reason for photographing a specific performer you MUST receive written permission from the artist prior to bringing your equipment on the grounds. You should also obtain an on-site contact for any day-of-show credentials. Artist credentials do NOT include admission to the festival. Professional equipment is NOT permitted on the grounds without prior written permission from artist management.I decided to play it safe and leave my backpack and camera home. Besides, I was having so much fun I even forgot to take pictures with my cell phone. DUH! (Stacey's friends are all wacky in a good way.)
If you are interested in documenting the festival grounds and crowd shots, please contact Summerfest in advance. Photography requests will be reviewed on a case-by-case basis PRIOR TO opening day. Requests not submitted PRIOR TO opening day of the festival CANNOT be guaranteed.
We have some food, and some drinkies (you get carded once, receive a bracelet, and you're good to go for the rest of the evening). We watch people, enjoy the performances... And then finally, Otep time! Stacey and I were two of very few people who are into this genre of music. It doesn't really come as a surprise to me, but truth to be told, I am glad Otep played PrideFest; not everybody is into bubblegum pop music most gays are known to like. I remember they kick off their short setlist with "Smash the control machine" and end it with their cover of Nirvana of "Breed". It's over all too soon. Needless to say it's definitely my highlight of the weekend.
Kathy Griffin closes the night. She's good. She's funny. A lot of the jokes she makes are inspired by reality shows - something I find dumbs you down, and therefore I don't watch it. Anyhoo, I have fun watching Beth laugh so hard at times, I can't help but briefly wonder if she's wetting herself a little.
The next morning Stacey and I brunch at Palomino, where I have a deliciously good VLT. The vegan bacon reminds me of the stuff Satisfaction Feast uses on theirs. Then we drive to the little train station directly across from Mitchell International Airport to pick up Hilary. When she gets off I immediately notice she's underdressed. It turns out weather in Chicago is better... When it comes to clothes I don't have much to share with Hilary, Stacey's gracious enough to lend her some of her stuff. Don Juan lives up to his name is loving on Hilary. While I'm hosting Hilary (beverage and home made vegan pizza) Stacey catches up on sleep. Later, Hilary and I kill time at Discovery World, while Stacey's at home waiting for our friend Anne to arrive with her friend Meatball (who took the picture posted below).
We meet up and head to the Henry Maier Festival Park along the lakefront in Milwaukee, where the second day of PrideFest takes place. Despite the cooler weather, we hope it's not going to rain, and our spirits are - naturally - high. We catch up over festival food (I have to say that the chicken fried rice is actually pretty good) and drinks. I mentioned it before: it's been four years! And I finally get to meet Meatball, who I've heard so much about, too. Knowing there will be fireworks later that evening, we make sure we save ourselves a good spot: a picnic table at the lake.
Like prudent adults we call it a night right after the fireworks (even though I wanted to dance); Anne and Meatball have to drive back to Chicago (Anne has to work the next day) and take Hilary home, and I need to pack a bag.
Sunday morning comes too soon, and I have to say goodbye to Don Juan and Spider. Stacey drives me to the airport - a few blocks away...
Thank you: Nick & G, Thomas, Hilary, Ruth & Kathy Beth, Alan, Anina, Shemagne, Lindsay & Val, Anne, and Meatball for a great time. My apologies to those I didn't mention here. Blame a major brain fart on my part.
A special thanks goes out to: Vi & Pam, Wrigley and Savannah, Jane & Rich, their cats and kittens, Stacey, Don Juan & Spider for having me. I had an absolutely wonderful time! I will be back :D
The quest for beaver
This was originally posted on June 10, 2010.
I made Stacey work it at the downtown Y, and I had a bit of a work out, too. Then home, shower, and picking up Alan for a visit to the Milwaukee Public Museum. Now, you know you have to pay attention when a gay man is eager to point out something funny. Having walked around looking at the displays, there it was: The quest for beaver. Had I been on my own, I would snicker to myself like a 12-year-old, but still trying to come up with a scientific explanation of the title. And what's more: another plaque's ending to the beaver exhibit reads "Once found throughout North America, beaver are now confined to the forested areas little frequented by man."
When I went to the Milwaukee Art Museum yesterday, Anina pointed out the architectural structure of the building. She summed it up with one word: vag. And true enough, it took a specific picture to make me realize she was right...
Anyway, I'm going back to Sunday, my first full day in Milwaukee. Stacey and I do some grocery shopping at Groppi's and Outpost - for all sorts of vegan, non-dairy, organic options. Damn, I wish I had more of that stuff where I live! We meet with friend Beth for brunch. Initially, aiming for Trocadero, we decided to have it at Centraal instead: Trocadero was packed with frat boys and resembled Boyband Inc more than a grand cafe. I settle for a really unhealthy brunch and get Breakfast Frites and a Centraal Iced Tea:
The frites are very generously sprinkled with some type of salt, but they're really good! And Heidi, our waitress, rocks. She sports some nice tattoos, and smells nice, too. Stacey suggests I get some Milwaukee tail... WHAAAT?! OK, next topic, please!
After brunch I get a mini-tour of Bay View. It also included a very brief stop at one of the apartments Beth and Stacey shared when they were still in college. When they lived there, a bike repair shop was located on the ground floor. Now there's The Tool Shed - much to the embarrassment of Stacey, which cracked Beth and me up. (FUZZY HANDCUFFS.) Then it was time to head to Boswell Books for the book signing. I remembered my friend Julia's request to keep an eye out for Dr. Seuss's "My book about me" (which her son Chris adores) and not having been able to find it in Louisville I try to hunt it down here. And guess what? They have one copy! Browsing the store I find many interesting books, which I feel like buying. But I also know from experience that too many books can add too much weight to my baggage, so I decide against it. The only other book I get is the one that got me at the local bookstore in the first place: "Chicks dig time lords." Well, let me rephrase that: John Barrowman's sister Carole posted a while ago she was going to do a book signing at Boswell's, and when I noticed the date coincided with my visit I alerted my friend Stacey... Anyhoo, by the time we decide to have a seat there were three seats left. Front row. Beth and I got our copies of the book, and Stacey decided to move elsewhere: she was pooped and didn't want to fall asleep in front of the editors and contributors. (She told us later she pretended to be reading a book in the kid's section, and ended up napping.)
That morning I learn Beth and Carole are co-workers (I didn't know Beth works at Alverno as well) and she snaps this picture of Carole and me:
HEE! I admit I tried not to dork out too much, but still managed to blurt out a "This is the closest I get to John", to which Carole replied she heard that all the time. I bet she does. She and John share the exact same kind of humor, so I guess it runs in the family. (Did you know she has a tattoo? I noticed it.) Carole surprised me by saying I'm on her Facebook page. I guess it sometimes pays off to be Asian. Makes me stand out against all the Caucasian faces, eh.
Anyway, after that we part ways and I let Stacey nap for two hours (she really needed that) and then we had a walk with her friend Andrea through Humboldt Park.
It's also the place where Chill on the Hill will be taking place Tuesday evening. We all hope it there won't be any rain... After that a friend of Stacey comes over and cooks us "dirty rice". This version was pork free, so I can enjoy it, too. And I did! It very much reminded me of nasi goreng (aka fried rice to all you Anglo speaking folks).
Fast forward to Monday evening: Stacey and I enjoyed dinner at Chipotle. I have a very tasty vegetarian burrito bowl, and Stacey has an equally tasty looking burrito (or was it a fajita burrito?). Later we visit her friend Shemagne and enjoy the lake view from her lovely veranda apartment with some beverages and interesting convos.
Tuesday morning rolls around and I get to meet nearly all Stacey's "clinically insane co-workers". Then the Harley Davidson Museum, where I learned some new things. Like, I didn't know they manufactured bikes for women from very early on! And I finally found a HD that fits my height! (Too bad they don't make them anymore.)
We then go home to do a little yard work, because we thought we would have a short picnic in Stacey's backyard before Chill On The Hill (free music at a public park four blocks from her house) but since it was raining so hard, her college friends unanimously decided to have an indoor picnic at her house. Stacey and I later have lunch at Beans and Barley: I had a chicken pine nut sandwich, and Stacey had the drool inducing Mesculin salad with grilled vegetables - remind me to get that the next time! I enjoy a very decent (diet) root beer (very hard to come by in The Netherlands, but at least many products don't contain high fructose corn syrup). After lunch we pick up some items for indoor picnic. We have a relaxing time with Ruth, Beth, Kathy and Shemagne. And the stories they share: they make me laugh so hard at times, my tummy hurt and my eyes water.
So, we check out the Milwaukee Art Museum on Wednesday until we're hungry. And after that we go to Centraal for lunch, where I now try the Centraal veggie burger (very good!):
Unfortunately, Heidi's not there to serve us. Later that evening Stacey's friend Doomsday takes me on a true Midwestern white trash experience. We didn't take the monster truck, because I woke up that morning with a case of vertigo. The fact that this one isn't triggered by stress is the only good thing about it. We start at a shooting range where I get to shoot a gun and a rifle. An interesting and very educational experience! I now know for sure guns are not my thing. (I prefer a battle with bare hands - even though I know I'm going to get my ass kicked 10 miles into the Galaxy.) After that we drive to Fleet Farm and Cabella's for Carhartt jeans and pants.
I made Stacey work it at the downtown Y, and I had a bit of a work out, too. Then home, shower, and picking up Alan for a visit to the Milwaukee Public Museum. Now, you know you have to pay attention when a gay man is eager to point out something funny. Having walked around looking at the displays, there it was: The quest for beaver. Had I been on my own, I would snicker to myself like a 12-year-old, but still trying to come up with a scientific explanation of the title. And what's more: another plaque's ending to the beaver exhibit reads "Once found throughout North America, beaver are now confined to the forested areas little frequented by man."
When I went to the Milwaukee Art Museum yesterday, Anina pointed out the architectural structure of the building. She summed it up with one word: vag. And true enough, it took a specific picture to make me realize she was right...
Anyway, I'm going back to Sunday, my first full day in Milwaukee. Stacey and I do some grocery shopping at Groppi's and Outpost - for all sorts of vegan, non-dairy, organic options. Damn, I wish I had more of that stuff where I live! We meet with friend Beth for brunch. Initially, aiming for Trocadero, we decided to have it at Centraal instead: Trocadero was packed with frat boys and resembled Boyband Inc more than a grand cafe. I settle for a really unhealthy brunch and get Breakfast Frites and a Centraal Iced Tea:
The frites are very generously sprinkled with some type of salt, but they're really good! And Heidi, our waitress, rocks. She sports some nice tattoos, and smells nice, too. Stacey suggests I get some Milwaukee tail... WHAAAT?! OK, next topic, please!
After brunch I get a mini-tour of Bay View. It also included a very brief stop at one of the apartments Beth and Stacey shared when they were still in college. When they lived there, a bike repair shop was located on the ground floor. Now there's The Tool Shed - much to the embarrassment of Stacey, which cracked Beth and me up. (FUZZY HANDCUFFS.) Then it was time to head to Boswell Books for the book signing. I remembered my friend Julia's request to keep an eye out for Dr. Seuss's "My book about me" (which her son Chris adores) and not having been able to find it in Louisville I try to hunt it down here. And guess what? They have one copy! Browsing the store I find many interesting books, which I feel like buying. But I also know from experience that too many books can add too much weight to my baggage, so I decide against it. The only other book I get is the one that got me at the local bookstore in the first place: "Chicks dig time lords." Well, let me rephrase that: John Barrowman's sister Carole posted a while ago she was going to do a book signing at Boswell's, and when I noticed the date coincided with my visit I alerted my friend Stacey... Anyhoo, by the time we decide to have a seat there were three seats left. Front row. Beth and I got our copies of the book, and Stacey decided to move elsewhere: she was pooped and didn't want to fall asleep in front of the editors and contributors. (She told us later she pretended to be reading a book in the kid's section, and ended up napping.)
That morning I learn Beth and Carole are co-workers (I didn't know Beth works at Alverno as well) and she snaps this picture of Carole and me:
HEE! I admit I tried not to dork out too much, but still managed to blurt out a "This is the closest I get to John", to which Carole replied she heard that all the time. I bet she does. She and John share the exact same kind of humor, so I guess it runs in the family. (Did you know she has a tattoo? I noticed it.) Carole surprised me by saying I'm on her Facebook page. I guess it sometimes pays off to be Asian. Makes me stand out against all the Caucasian faces, eh.
Anyway, after that we part ways and I let Stacey nap for two hours (she really needed that) and then we had a walk with her friend Andrea through Humboldt Park.
It's also the place where Chill on the Hill will be taking place Tuesday evening. We all hope it there won't be any rain... After that a friend of Stacey comes over and cooks us "dirty rice". This version was pork free, so I can enjoy it, too. And I did! It very much reminded me of nasi goreng (aka fried rice to all you Anglo speaking folks).
Fast forward to Monday evening: Stacey and I enjoyed dinner at Chipotle. I have a very tasty vegetarian burrito bowl, and Stacey has an equally tasty looking burrito (or was it a fajita burrito?). Later we visit her friend Shemagne and enjoy the lake view from her lovely veranda apartment with some beverages and interesting convos.
Tuesday morning rolls around and I get to meet nearly all Stacey's "clinically insane co-workers". Then the Harley Davidson Museum, where I learned some new things. Like, I didn't know they manufactured bikes for women from very early on! And I finally found a HD that fits my height! (Too bad they don't make them anymore.)
We then go home to do a little yard work, because we thought we would have a short picnic in Stacey's backyard before Chill On The Hill (free music at a public park four blocks from her house) but since it was raining so hard, her college friends unanimously decided to have an indoor picnic at her house. Stacey and I later have lunch at Beans and Barley: I had a chicken pine nut sandwich, and Stacey had the drool inducing Mesculin salad with grilled vegetables - remind me to get that the next time! I enjoy a very decent (diet) root beer (very hard to come by in The Netherlands, but at least many products don't contain high fructose corn syrup). After lunch we pick up some items for indoor picnic. We have a relaxing time with Ruth, Beth, Kathy and Shemagne. And the stories they share: they make me laugh so hard at times, my tummy hurt and my eyes water.
So, we check out the Milwaukee Art Museum on Wednesday until we're hungry. And after that we go to Centraal for lunch, where I now try the Centraal veggie burger (very good!):
Unfortunately, Heidi's not there to serve us. Later that evening Stacey's friend Doomsday takes me on a true Midwestern white trash experience. We didn't take the monster truck, because I woke up that morning with a case of vertigo. The fact that this one isn't triggered by stress is the only good thing about it. We start at a shooting range where I get to shoot a gun and a rifle. An interesting and very educational experience! I now know for sure guns are not my thing. (I prefer a battle with bare hands - even though I know I'm going to get my ass kicked 10 miles into the Galaxy.) After that we drive to Fleet Farm and Cabella's for Carhartt jeans and pants.
Dead Bambis, and hello Milwaukee!
This was originally posted on June 6, 2010.
After breakfast at Lynn's Paradise Cafe (where the decor is fantastic, but the food overpriced) the Slugger Museum was up next. Jane, Vi and I signed up for the factory tour. It was interesting to see and hear how those sluggers are made. At the end every visitor got a mini slugger. We then browsed the museum, and I noticed how little there is on women in baseball history. (There's just one display.) The exhibit called "The story of Negro League Baseball" was very interesting. The three of us also took our turns in the batting cage. Funnily enough, the least sporty one got the most hits off the pitches! (It wasn't me, I can tell you that.) I then went to the shop to get my own personalized bat, but unfortunately for me they had run out of the particular one I wanted. I'm not kidding.
We lunched at Zaytun on Bardstown Rd, where I had the (tasty) Classic Gyro. And dinner that evening was at a place called The Irish Rover, where they had trouble with the air conditioning. The young lady who waited on us was very sweaty - and I couldn't help but feel for everybody working in the kitchen.
The next day Jane and I drove down to Shaker Village. I had a very educational day: I learned about their beliefs and philosophies. I like how they did not discriminate on gender or race from the very start. (Did you know, currently, there are 5 Shakers left? I guess multiplying wasn't high on their agendas...) I admired their crafts and handiwork; I really like the clean and simple lines. I bought salad tongs. Clean and simple, yet highly practical in use.
I couldn't help but wonder about the amount of road kill. Lotsa deer, squirrels, opposoms, deer. And did I mention deer? Yea, I don't like the sight of dead bambis...
After Shaker Village we ate at Ramsi's Cafe on the World (I love their ecclectic decor), where I tried their Bison steak. I have to say, despite having no expectations at all, it was rather good (lean, too). Apart from Mary, who was cruising Alaska with her family and some relatives, everybody and their spouses were there. And that's when - finally - the box with (Fair Trade) chocolate and hard candy was opened. It doesn't come as much of a surprise that everybody loved it - yay! I had a vegan chocolate tart with raspberry sauce for dessert. Needless to say it was orgasmicly good!
Friday was the day of the big exchange: Lil' G was the subject of aforementioned exchange. Because Jane and I planned on leaving Louisville on time on Saturday morning, we figured it'd be a good thing to crash at their place. I hadn't done that before because Jane and hubby Rich are kitty parents. And on top of that; they're fostering two new nests, too! I love cats and dogs, but the amount would be too much for my system - despite the Benadryl. Vi and Pam graciously offered me to stay at their wonderful house: two dogs is something my body can handle.
I have to admit that looking back now, the day's a bit of a blur. I remember going to Zen Garden for lunch. Jane and I shared two tasty appetizers: the crispy egg rolls and Zen Garden Roll. I picked the vegetable fried rice as my entree. Yes, it was really, really good. Combine that with fantastic company, and it's perfect!
After lunch, I said goodbye to Pam, and Jane, Vi and I headed over to Frankfort Ave and spent time browsing some nifty shops: Just Creations, Pottery Rowe, Sister Dragonfly and Carmichael's books. All too soon I had to say goodbye, and Vi went home. But not after my baggage was hauled over into Jane's purple truck - which she's named "Argo" (after Xena's horse). So, that last day I had a bit of a "Southern" experience by riding around in a truck. Jane told me she once saw a bumper sticker that said "Trucks are for girls". Ain't that the truth!
Pre Friday night Trolley Hop Jane, Katherine and I have dinner at Mayan Cafe. We then move a couple of blocks down on E Market St to Cake Flour for desserts. They even have some vegan options for me to choose from! Because of the size I share mine with Katherine while we wait for a friend of hers to join us.
We walk in and out of galleries and quirky shops, before hopping on a (free) trolley. We repeat the cycle till the sun goes down and we decide to hitch a trolley back.
Saturday morning rolls around too soon. Jane and I walk to the Farmer's Market before we have breakfast at North End Cafe. Jane's husband, and Katherine and her husband join us. I settle for a (little) breakfast taco and some fake (vegetarian) sausage. Then it's time to say goodbye and commence a trek to the north. ROAD TRIP! First stop (for lunch and a pit stop) is in Indianapolis, IN, to meet Thomas.
He turns out to be a chatterbox, and I like it! Jane and I get to see his house, and meet his cat. Then it's time to motor on to Chicago. Jane had told me she didn't like driving through Chicago, and that it made her nervous, so I was appointed navigator. I was pretty sure that once we hit Chi-town things would come back to me. They did. And the fact that I had been to Hilary's place once before helped. I know where she lives and easily navigated Jane through the city to Albany Park. When we got there we had a little trouble finding a parking spot, but when I called Hilary, she sent Stacey out to help us: apparently, Stacey had arrived shortly before us. Talking about perfect timing, eh.
Hilary's prepared a wonderful dinner (vegetarian for Jane) and we indulge. We catch up, but all too soon Jane has to leave: her mother lives somewhere in the West of Wisconsin, so she had another drive ahead. Stacey and I left a little later (we only needed to go as far as Milwaukee). Once we were on our way it started raining heavier. Past the state lines there were warnings of standing water. Anyhoo, we make it to the house alright.
Stacey's friends Ruth and Kathy invite us over for some drinks, so I meet the infamous long term couple. Their house is great, and they have a bar in the basement. And the drink they served me was delicious!
More to come.
After breakfast at Lynn's Paradise Cafe (where the decor is fantastic, but the food overpriced) the Slugger Museum was up next. Jane, Vi and I signed up for the factory tour. It was interesting to see and hear how those sluggers are made. At the end every visitor got a mini slugger. We then browsed the museum, and I noticed how little there is on women in baseball history. (There's just one display.) The exhibit called "The story of Negro League Baseball" was very interesting. The three of us also took our turns in the batting cage. Funnily enough, the least sporty one got the most hits off the pitches! (It wasn't me, I can tell you that.) I then went to the shop to get my own personalized bat, but unfortunately for me they had run out of the particular one I wanted. I'm not kidding.
We lunched at Zaytun on Bardstown Rd, where I had the (tasty) Classic Gyro. And dinner that evening was at a place called The Irish Rover, where they had trouble with the air conditioning. The young lady who waited on us was very sweaty - and I couldn't help but feel for everybody working in the kitchen.
The next day Jane and I drove down to Shaker Village. I had a very educational day: I learned about their beliefs and philosophies. I like how they did not discriminate on gender or race from the very start. (Did you know, currently, there are 5 Shakers left? I guess multiplying wasn't high on their agendas...) I admired their crafts and handiwork; I really like the clean and simple lines. I bought salad tongs. Clean and simple, yet highly practical in use.
I couldn't help but wonder about the amount of road kill. Lotsa deer, squirrels, opposoms, deer. And did I mention deer? Yea, I don't like the sight of dead bambis...
After Shaker Village we ate at Ramsi's Cafe on the World (I love their ecclectic decor), where I tried their Bison steak. I have to say, despite having no expectations at all, it was rather good (lean, too). Apart from Mary, who was cruising Alaska with her family and some relatives, everybody and their spouses were there. And that's when - finally - the box with (Fair Trade) chocolate and hard candy was opened. It doesn't come as much of a surprise that everybody loved it - yay! I had a vegan chocolate tart with raspberry sauce for dessert. Needless to say it was orgasmicly good!
Friday was the day of the big exchange: Lil' G was the subject of aforementioned exchange. Because Jane and I planned on leaving Louisville on time on Saturday morning, we figured it'd be a good thing to crash at their place. I hadn't done that before because Jane and hubby Rich are kitty parents. And on top of that; they're fostering two new nests, too! I love cats and dogs, but the amount would be too much for my system - despite the Benadryl. Vi and Pam graciously offered me to stay at their wonderful house: two dogs is something my body can handle.
I have to admit that looking back now, the day's a bit of a blur. I remember going to Zen Garden for lunch. Jane and I shared two tasty appetizers: the crispy egg rolls and Zen Garden Roll. I picked the vegetable fried rice as my entree. Yes, it was really, really good. Combine that with fantastic company, and it's perfect!
After lunch, I said goodbye to Pam, and Jane, Vi and I headed over to Frankfort Ave and spent time browsing some nifty shops: Just Creations, Pottery Rowe, Sister Dragonfly and Carmichael's books. All too soon I had to say goodbye, and Vi went home. But not after my baggage was hauled over into Jane's purple truck - which she's named "Argo" (after Xena's horse). So, that last day I had a bit of a "Southern" experience by riding around in a truck. Jane told me she once saw a bumper sticker that said "Trucks are for girls". Ain't that the truth!
Pre Friday night Trolley Hop Jane, Katherine and I have dinner at Mayan Cafe. We then move a couple of blocks down on E Market St to Cake Flour for desserts. They even have some vegan options for me to choose from! Because of the size I share mine with Katherine while we wait for a friend of hers to join us.
We walk in and out of galleries and quirky shops, before hopping on a (free) trolley. We repeat the cycle till the sun goes down and we decide to hitch a trolley back.
Saturday morning rolls around too soon. Jane and I walk to the Farmer's Market before we have breakfast at North End Cafe. Jane's husband, and Katherine and her husband join us. I settle for a (little) breakfast taco and some fake (vegetarian) sausage. Then it's time to say goodbye and commence a trek to the north. ROAD TRIP! First stop (for lunch and a pit stop) is in Indianapolis, IN, to meet Thomas.
He turns out to be a chatterbox, and I like it! Jane and I get to see his house, and meet his cat. Then it's time to motor on to Chicago. Jane had told me she didn't like driving through Chicago, and that it made her nervous, so I was appointed navigator. I was pretty sure that once we hit Chi-town things would come back to me. They did. And the fact that I had been to Hilary's place once before helped. I know where she lives and easily navigated Jane through the city to Albany Park. When we got there we had a little trouble finding a parking spot, but when I called Hilary, she sent Stacey out to help us: apparently, Stacey had arrived shortly before us. Talking about perfect timing, eh.
Hilary's prepared a wonderful dinner (vegetarian for Jane) and we indulge. We catch up, but all too soon Jane has to leave: her mother lives somewhere in the West of Wisconsin, so she had another drive ahead. Stacey and I left a little later (we only needed to go as far as Milwaukee). Once we were on our way it started raining heavier. Past the state lines there were warnings of standing water. Anyhoo, we make it to the house alright.
Stacey's friends Ruth and Kathy invite us over for some drinks, so I meet the infamous long term couple. Their house is great, and they have a bar in the basement. And the drink they served me was delicious!
More to come.
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