Sorry I haven't posted a real post in a bit, but here is my last 48 hours or so in a nut shell..
I canceled my Annual Birthday Bash this year to go camping all by my lonesome. But due to ill planning I ended up "camping" in the woods behind my house and pretending my pool was a lake. Good times.
So in good nature, the Cream City Queens
invited me out for a little camping redo. We ventured out to some camp site out in the middle of Bumfuck by, what we can only imagine would be, Lake Bumfuck
. It turned out to be less of a camp ground and more of a surreal gypsy shanty
seen. The grounds were packed and chuck full of mullet goodness.
As it turned out this was a sort of annual family get together for a family that I have never met one member of. Isn't that fun. So here I am.. Eating there food, drinking there beer, and soiling there grounds feeling dastardly uncomfortably. But I got friendly with the locals, made the best of it, and made it through the night.
Got up, got breakfast, and got out. After a nap of course.
After three hours of lostdom I found my self in the middle of Cedarburg. This is were my favorite person in the hole world lives, my dear grandma
. This is also where the greatest butcher in all the land, Hoffmann's Market
, calls home as well. So I picked up some soft garlic summer sausage and headed over to grandmas house.
After grandma finished stuffing me full of various culinary delights and stories of how the hole family is falling apart I went on home to write this journal entry. The end.
P.S. I also made a little friend
. Not the fish, the little girl.
Current Mood: home
Current Music: Flogging Molly - What's Left of the Flag