Category Archives: Camping

Drenched

Let’s start off-topic and see if we can meander our way back to my original thought: this sounds like the coolest Chuck E. Cheese evar.

So I’ve had a week off for vacation, and what a week it was! Wisconsin got hit by a hojillion tornados, Lake Goddamned Delton was wiped off the map, spacebee and I were in Door County during all of this, and *SURPRISE!* the Brewers still suck balls on the road.

We were camping at Peninsula State Park and had prepared ourselves for a wet outing. In an eruption of sheer genius, Lawman offered his screen tent thing in case we had to sit around in the rain for a few hours(days). We arrived Wednesday evening and got things setup ok, played some beer pong and made dinner. Scads of June Bugs and hundreds of thousands of mosquitos drove us into our tent tent pretty early in the night. Thursday we awoke to the patter-patter of rain on the tent, and I had to run to the toilets in the pouring rain in flip-flops. The running was less about the rain and more about the sounds coming from my bowels. The rain continued more or less until the late afternoon so we didn’t get to do a whole lotta stuff we’d planned like rent bikes or go hiking. Meh.

Stately pictures

Friday was very nice but we spent most of the prime time (daylight) looking at various houses my parents were interested in buying. As many of you know, they’ve had trouble selling their house in Racine and need somewhere to live now that they’ve both moved to Door County. In the end they decided to rent a (very nice!) farmhouse in Egg Harbor until the Racine house sells. Personally, I think it’s a great decision given the uncertainty of the market right now– they wouldn’t want to get stuck with two mortgages for the next two years. I’ve included a few pictures of the place they’re renting below. You can see more pictures at the appropriate Flickr set.

Looking back at the house and garage from the barn

Big barn

On Saturday we packed up and left the campground and stayed with my parents for a few days at the house they’re about to leave in Sturgeon Bay. We drove up the peninsula and took the ferry across to Washington Island, which was pretty kick-ass. The absolute greatest part of the trip to the island was when we had wine and appetizers at the Washington Hotel. If you are ever up on the island, I can’t recommend that place enough. Even better, they have a Coffee Room in Madison (right across Monona Bay!) that serves all the baked goods and coffees that you can get up there. On a bike ride around Lake Monona yesterday spacebee and I stopped there for a muffin and some coffee and it was a great place. Additionally, the owner of the Washington Hotel is a (co-?)owner of Death’s Door Spirits, which has a distillery here in Madison that uses Washington Island wheat to make various booze. They recently started making whisky and while up there I got 3 bottles of the un-aged first batch. It’s pretty good, come over and try it some time.

By the way, all of our camping photos can be found at my Flickr site.

One other weekend shout-out: Hot Tamales in Sturgeon Bay was some of the best Mexican food I’ve had since moving back to Wisconsin. They have great service, terrific food, and some hot hot hot salsa verde. I suggest the wet burrito or the hash brown sandwich (like an omelet, but made with goddamned delicious hash browns).

Last night I had a Brewers nervous breakdown. I yelled swear words at the TV for a minute and then turned it off in disgust. And that was BEFORE they allowed the 3 run triple. Barf.

Lastly, if you haven’t seen this YouTube of a house being washed into Lake Delton in Wisconsin Dells, it is goddamned wild.

RAHHR!

What was I talking about? Bluegill? Fuck that– s’all about TROUT now, holmes.  Two weeks ago Lawman and I went out to Salmo Pond and I hooked some bass while he brought in three nice trout.  He even gave me one to take home and cook and it was delicious.  I can’t wait to go out there again.

This weekend wasn’t it, though, as Spacebee and I went on another World Tour from Madison down to Aurora, IL and then back up to Racine for a Memorial Day Cookout & Beer Pong Spectacular.  That was fun games day/brat patty fest.  And speaking of brats, we also hit Brat Fest over at the Alliant Energy Center on Saturday.  Every year that thing gets a little more extravagent– this year they had carnival rides, two music stages, a gigantic condiment tent, and KAYAK RIDES.  Dollar fifty brats ain’t bad neither.

On the way home from Racine we stopped at Potowatami so Spacebee could turn in her silver key for a “chance to win” $100,000.  I’m quoting it because it’s stretching things like plastic man with his dick stuck in his zipper to say that that fucking travesty is even a contest.  In this “contest” they will announce a $1,000 winner every day at 8am and 8pm from now until June 19th.  The catch: you not only have to present to win the $1000, but you have to check in within SEVEN MINUTES or they will pick a new name.  Now, let’s just say you manage to sprint from wherever you are in the casino to where you have to check in.  You get your 1K, and then you get to pick from 3 magical fucking treasure chests.  One of them has a golden ticket, which gets you an entrance to the Grand Prize drawing.  Of course, you also must be present to win the $100,000 grand prize.  I don’t know, but presume, that you must claim it within 13 seconds if you are announced as the winner.  Of course, this is the same brand of Not-A-Contest Contest that we have seen so much from the Milwaukee Brewers (often in league with the very same sham casino).  Example: “If Dave Bush throws a no-hitter and the runs add up to 21 and JJ Hardy hits for the cycle in the 10th inning one lucky fan wins a $100 gift certificate to Dream Dance!”  Fuck you, Potowatami Bingo & Casino.

So, the Brewers suck this year.  I’m really, really leaning on the fact that they play 5 out of every 4 games on the goddamned road so far this year while the Cubs whup on Pitssburgh at home seemingly every other game, but who knows at this point.  The pitching rotation is a certified mess, the pen is already shitty, and up and down the lineup dudes can’t buy a hit.  That’s not a winning formula.  And now Melvin is picking up any old broke-dick dog free agent with a 102.7 ERA which should be a terrific solution to the woes.  I say someone coat a tack with roids and put it on Gagne’s clubhouse chair.  Or something.  I’m not even sure at this point.

Next week we’re camping up in Door County so I’ll be indisposed.  Either it will be a fun trip or I’ll be buried alive in a terrifying avalanche of spiders.  The former brings untold riches of stories and anecdotes; the latter brings horrific death and this story holding the front page in perpetuity.  Seeya, cowboy.

Vegas 2008

So much news and junk to get to– let’s get right in to it (har).

The best parts of Vegas this trip were surely non-gambling related.  The Beatles LOVE show at the Mirage was entertaining, Spacebee and I rented out a cabana at the Mandalay pool for a day, and our 2nd Anniversary dinner at STRIPSTEAK in the Mandalay may just have been the best service (and food) that I have ever had in a restaurant.  We also followed my former boss’ advice and had lunch a tiny, blink-and-you’d-miss-it cafe in the Venetian.  The result: an incredible meal.  Back to STRIPSTEAK for a moment; I really can’t say enough about how well we were treated and how great our waitress was.  We arrived 30 minutes before our reservation and expected to wait at the bar, but they wished us a happy anniversary and whisked us right to our table.  They accommodated my request for one finger of scotch to go with my salad course, and the waitress suggested I try a cut called a Ribeye Cap which turned out to be quite good.  Finally, our dessert had ‘Happy Anniversary’ written the plate in chocolate.  Little pricey, but a great place.  I would definitely go again.

The worst parts of Vegas were gambling-related.  Every time I touched the dice (or bet on others who touched the dice) I got assraped, but it was nothing compared to the utter shitstorm that awaited me at the blackjack tables.  The runs were just horrendous, with dealers actually expressing their condolences to the degree that I was pounded.  11? Double down. Get a 3. Dealer 5? 6 underneath. 21.  It just wouldn’t stop, so I did.  As a matter of fact, the most FUN I had gambling in Vegas, even if I didn’t win, was playing roulette with spacebee down on Fremont Street at the Golden Nugget.  We also had a great time playing $3 craps at the Golden Gate, even though we didn’t win there.  I have to say, the dealers down on Fremont are more fun by a mile than the dour sons-of-bitches on the Strip.

Spacebee got me a rod and reel for an anniversary gift and I’m eager to go try it out on some unsuspecting fish.

The Sausage Race this year is on July 26th.  It just so happens that that is the day that I’ll be attending Spacebee’s cousin’s bachelor party.  The good news: it’s at the Brewer Game, so I’ll be there anyways.  Everyone else, though, click here to sign up.

Speaking of the Brewers, I saw first thing this morning that they jettisoned Turnbow.  Probably for the best; when dude gives up 6 runs in a game like Wednesday’s he’s probably not the one we want.  However, now that Gallardo’s injured again we’ve got Dave Bush back into the rotation. Hurrah (sarcasm).  I’m not sure what to think at this point in the season.  The Crew has yet to put together a good run or a big slide– it’s just kind of flat.  Maybe the bats just haven’t come alive yet, and if they’re above .500 with the way they’ve been hitting so far, they could be in for a quite a little run.  I’ll just leave it at that.

Thanks again to Maddddddddddddd for letting me crash at his place last week.  Sadly it will be the last time I get to see the Little Tycoons playset from his window as he will be packing up his rucksack and hopping the next boxcar to Seattle.  Happy trails you silly little hobo.  Last Friday me and scientist did have a boatload of fun playing Whazz Classic at the Nob Hill Tavern.  I was even on my way to -20 before a stroke limit bottled my potential and threw it in the sea.  Fuckin’ whazz. whizz.

So.  I’ve cross-crossed the United States the last two weeks on Midwest Airlines and I’m ready to settle in for a long summer’s nap.  We planned a camping trip up north in June, but other than that we’ll be rooted in Madison for the remainder, cap’n.  Stop by and sit for a spell; it’s right nice.

Camp to the Max

Spacebee and I undertook the biggest step of our relationship yesterday: we bought camping equipment.  Y’see, we’re planning on leaving the city folk behind on May 21st and heading northernward to see bunnies and elks.  And pit toilets.  The only problem was that we collectively owned one of the items needed to successfully “camp”: a cooler.  So, off to REI and Dick’s Sporting Goods we went; I had a $10 rewards gift certificate from Dick’s and my rebate check from the REI co-op.

We bought a Hobitat.  A “Hobitat 4” to be specific, and I couldn’t be happier.  We also got things like a camping coffee pot, lexan silverware, and a citronella candle.  We got a basketball and a tennis racket for spacebee, too.  Also, I ordered my Freedom Grill: for Brewer games AND camping. Awesome.

Spacebee also bought a new bike yesterday, and while we still had some daylight left we hit the Capital City Bike Trail outside my apartment and headed eastward.  We rode out to the Barrymore to find the location of Gail Ambrosius: success, but it’s closed on Sunday’s.  Then we rode over to Johnson St, and went to Tenney Park to play basketball for awhile.  Finally, we rode back up Johnson to State and dinnered at Himal Chuli.  It took motherfucking forever to eat there, but the food was delicious and we had an ok time (until the hulk of a woman sat down next to us and started creepily craning her neck to stare).  We finished off the night at The Chocolate Shoppe (WeightWatchers be damned) before coming home and watching Planet Earth.  Also, we saw the biggest bug ever in my apartment and cowered in fear for awhile, until I was deputized to hit it with a shoe.  After that, I was still scared to pick it up and throw it away for fear it was “playing dead” until I got close enough for it to bite me.

Oh yeah, and on Saturday Scubby and I went to The Todder’s newish condo to play poker.  Three $20 buy-ins later I was up $20.  Then we went to Badger Bowl and bowled our asses off while spacebee and her cohorts were in the bar for a gig by The Mighty Electric.  Afterwards we went to The Main Depot for drinks (even though it was 2:15am) and then took our drinks out the back door and went to my place where we partied until 5am.  Jesus, that was late.

Brewers play Houston at 7pm on Friday. It’s retro night. Who wants to go?