Pancakes
I went to Door County, Wisconsin yesterday. "So?" you say. Sure, but i went at 3am. Still don't see why it's a big deal? Well, Door County and Madison are separated by over 200 miles. Sound a little more impressive? That's right, at 3am on Wednesday morning, i embarked on an almost four hour drive to Northern Wisconsin. Why? Because Katherine made me. Allow me to elaborate.
I'm sitting in my apartment at about 11 on Tuesday night. I'm thinking it'll be a great, quiet night at home. I'm watching an episode of the fifth season of The West Wing, which isn't nearly as bad as i was expecting given the loss of Aaron Sorkin. I'm just getting really into the episode when my phone starts playing a Madonna song, alerting me that Katherine is calling. I answer. She's drunk. She wants to go to the Blue Moon. I'm not sure if i'm down. Fuck it, i think. I'll be back by 2 and i don't have to wake up early tomorrow.
Flash forward three hours. It's bar time. Ryan, having joined us at the Blue Moon, decides to go home. Katherine decides we're going to drive around, which i agree to do because i've got nothing better to do and i enjoy the company. Sometime later, she gets the idea to drive to Door County, to which i am steadfastly opposed. I say "I'm putting my foot down. We are absolutely, positively, not going to Door County tonight!"
Flash forward about half an hour. Katherine has worn me down and enticed me with the promise of Swedish pancakes. Having no responsibilities on Wednesday, and loving the idea of an impromptu road trip, i am in my apartment getting pajamas, my iPod, my camera, and my phone's charger. At 3:11, we embark, as witnessed by this picture.
We stopped in Kaukauna, where we took this picture of me. Notice the name of the establishment.
Eventually, the sun began to rise, and we were treated to a very beautiful sunrise which my camera and Katherine's shotty photography cannot do justice to.
After what seemed like an eternity, we arrived at our distant, unlikely, late-night destination. I forced Katherine to take this picture, even though she had made a blood oath never to be a Door County tourist.
While Katherine's original brilliant scheme called for us to drive four hours, eat breakfast, and drive back, when we got to Door County at about 7am, we were exhausted (and Katherine was hung over) to the point of being unable to eat breakfast, let alone drive back. So, we got a hotel room at a cheap hotel in northern Door County. The two beds were very large and comfy, but it wouldn't have mattered. At that point, i had been awake for about 24 hours and i could have slept on cold concrete. We set the alarm and passed out.
We awoke sometime later, pretty much in a daze. We took showers, but were put off by the lack of actual soap. Instead, the shower provided a gel (dispensed int he same fashion as the soap dispensers in public bathrooms... the kind where you pull the lever and the soap comes out on your hand) that you were supposed to use as both soap and shampoo. The fact that this gel sucked was disguised by the fact that it was labeled "Euro." "If it's European," I'm supposed to think, "it can't suck." I am not an emphatic europhile, however, and i saw through the clever ploy: the fucking gel wasn't worth shit and i was still dirty.
In any event, we got out of the hotel and checked out at about 2pm. The lady was like "just needed a nap, huh?" to which we sort of grunted in reply. We thanked her, got in my car, and drove to the place where we would have our long-anticipated breakfast.
And what a breakfast it was!!! Swedish Pancakes and Al Johnson's. Great eggs. Strange berries.
Very good.
We were tired, but the food was good.
Katherine got to see her friend Zack, a cool guy who ate breakfast with us.
While at the hotel, Katherine and i learned that there were winter weather warnings in effect throughout northern Wisconsin. We decided it would be best to leave early and get home before the weather got really bad. We did have time, though, to take this picture of us on the shores of Lake Michigan.
Despite Katherine's near hysteria, we got home almost completely unscathed. There were a few raindrops, but i managed to keep the seXterra on course despite the adverse conditions.
And, thus, our strange impromptu trip to the Door County Peninsula ended. Good times.
Then we went and had sushi for dinner.
You know, i absolutely love doing random, reckless, stupid things like taking a road trip at 3am. I'm glad Katherine talked me into it. "Live your life!" was her slogan, and i think it's a good one. However, it doesn't win the Andy for best line of the trip. That distinction goes to Zack for the line "Yeah, and if my aunt had balls, she'd be my uncle." It's funny because it's true.
Now, it's time to go to sleep and face that fact that i actually have responsibilities here in Madison. I'm not looking forward to it, but, oh well. You can only live your life sometimes, i guess.
ALSO:
be sure to check out Katherine's account of the ordeal.
I'm sitting in my apartment at about 11 on Tuesday night. I'm thinking it'll be a great, quiet night at home. I'm watching an episode of the fifth season of The West Wing, which isn't nearly as bad as i was expecting given the loss of Aaron Sorkin. I'm just getting really into the episode when my phone starts playing a Madonna song, alerting me that Katherine is calling. I answer. She's drunk. She wants to go to the Blue Moon. I'm not sure if i'm down. Fuck it, i think. I'll be back by 2 and i don't have to wake up early tomorrow.
Flash forward three hours. It's bar time. Ryan, having joined us at the Blue Moon, decides to go home. Katherine decides we're going to drive around, which i agree to do because i've got nothing better to do and i enjoy the company. Sometime later, she gets the idea to drive to Door County, to which i am steadfastly opposed. I say "I'm putting my foot down. We are absolutely, positively, not going to Door County tonight!"
Flash forward about half an hour. Katherine has worn me down and enticed me with the promise of Swedish pancakes. Having no responsibilities on Wednesday, and loving the idea of an impromptu road trip, i am in my apartment getting pajamas, my iPod, my camera, and my phone's charger. At 3:11, we embark, as witnessed by this picture.
We stopped in Kaukauna, where we took this picture of me. Notice the name of the establishment.
Eventually, the sun began to rise, and we were treated to a very beautiful sunrise which my camera and Katherine's shotty photography cannot do justice to.
After what seemed like an eternity, we arrived at our distant, unlikely, late-night destination. I forced Katherine to take this picture, even though she had made a blood oath never to be a Door County tourist.
While Katherine's original brilliant scheme called for us to drive four hours, eat breakfast, and drive back, when we got to Door County at about 7am, we were exhausted (and Katherine was hung over) to the point of being unable to eat breakfast, let alone drive back. So, we got a hotel room at a cheap hotel in northern Door County. The two beds were very large and comfy, but it wouldn't have mattered. At that point, i had been awake for about 24 hours and i could have slept on cold concrete. We set the alarm and passed out.
We awoke sometime later, pretty much in a daze. We took showers, but were put off by the lack of actual soap. Instead, the shower provided a gel (dispensed int he same fashion as the soap dispensers in public bathrooms... the kind where you pull the lever and the soap comes out on your hand) that you were supposed to use as both soap and shampoo. The fact that this gel sucked was disguised by the fact that it was labeled "Euro." "If it's European," I'm supposed to think, "it can't suck." I am not an emphatic europhile, however, and i saw through the clever ploy: the fucking gel wasn't worth shit and i was still dirty.
In any event, we got out of the hotel and checked out at about 2pm. The lady was like "just needed a nap, huh?" to which we sort of grunted in reply. We thanked her, got in my car, and drove to the place where we would have our long-anticipated breakfast.
And what a breakfast it was!!! Swedish Pancakes and Al Johnson's. Great eggs. Strange berries.
Very good.
We were tired, but the food was good.
Katherine got to see her friend Zack, a cool guy who ate breakfast with us.
While at the hotel, Katherine and i learned that there were winter weather warnings in effect throughout northern Wisconsin. We decided it would be best to leave early and get home before the weather got really bad. We did have time, though, to take this picture of us on the shores of Lake Michigan.
Despite Katherine's near hysteria, we got home almost completely unscathed. There were a few raindrops, but i managed to keep the seXterra on course despite the adverse conditions.
And, thus, our strange impromptu trip to the Door County Peninsula ended. Good times.
Then we went and had sushi for dinner.
You know, i absolutely love doing random, reckless, stupid things like taking a road trip at 3am. I'm glad Katherine talked me into it. "Live your life!" was her slogan, and i think it's a good one. However, it doesn't win the Andy for best line of the trip. That distinction goes to Zack for the line "Yeah, and if my aunt had balls, she'd be my uncle." It's funny because it's true.
Now, it's time to go to sleep and face that fact that i actually have responsibilities here in Madison. I'm not looking forward to it, but, oh well. You can only live your life sometimes, i guess.
ALSO:
be sure to check out Katherine's account of the ordeal.
Listen, Ms. Smith, in Arizona, we drive 90 when it's fucking pouring rain and we like it. 65 in a slight sprinkle is no big deal.
Besides, the seXterra has excellent roll over safety ratings. I think...
You know, that was a particularly witty remark on my part. and it wasn't just you being entertained. i got a kick out of the whole thing, as i knew i would.
Thanks for making me drive you to Door County.