CHEESE & PORN
When travelling on I-94 through Chicagoland and upward into Wisconsin, the first thing you encounter when crossing the state line are numerous cheese shops and "adult" shops. I find it entertaining. It makes me laugh.
You see I travel that route alot. When I say a lot, I really mean it. (I've driven that way 4 times in the past month.) I perform there. (www.renfair.com/bristol) I have friends there. And, as of late, it's been the place I've had the greatest amount of happiness. See, things have been pretty crappy here in Michigan, so I've been venturing northwestward to spend time with people who make me smile. And I've discovered Milwaukee is a really fun city. (Now that I sound like a travel commercial....)
This past weekend, my best friend, Kevin & I drove the now familiar drive into Cheeseland for a Christmas party. What a great weekend!
Paul, (no website for Paul...but you can check out where he works. www.genesisarchitecture.com) who has become a dear friend, took us to get into the Christmas spirit by visiting the Victorian mansion built by the beer mogul Mr. Pabst in the 1890s. It was beautiful, of course, though we were disappointed in the far too modern Christmas decor provided by local florists. (www.pabstmansion.com) It was worth the price of admission ($8) if nothing more than to drive Paul crazy with my incessant need to try to find trap doors and decipher (read: mutilate into my own translation) the turn-of-the-century German proverbs.
Perhaps we were inspired by the mecca built on alcohol, but we then proceeded to drink out way through the city. After passing the now defunct Pabst brewery (It seems Pabst felt the need to cease brewing in the city it was founded on about a year or so ago. As much as I detest American swill, i.e. beer, I found this deplorable.)
We made our way to The Safehouse. It is an absolutely amazingly fun spy-themed restaurant/bar that requires some special knowledge to get in (and out) of the secretly located building. James Bond definately would have been impressed. I'd tell you more, but then I'd have to kill you. (www.safe-house.com)
Feeling no pain, we swung in Cathedral Square, and threw snow at Kevin. I'm certain it was only because of Paul I didn't bleed. But since it was cold, Paul decided we needed to warm up at Club Havana, a cigar & martini bar. Well, none of us smoke, so Cosmopolitans it was! (they rivaled mine...mmmm.)
A quick change and we were out the door again to Paul's friend Matt's birthday celebration & many many more drinks. All I have t say about that portion of the evening is someone said I was fun and should join a bowling league. That was the cruelest thing ever said to me.
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