I'm not oinking after I sneeze, and I don't seem to have developed an insatiable need for prosciutto, so I don't think it's the swine flu. This one is just a garden-variety cold, but it was feisty enough to persuade me to stay home from work today, my first day back. This time poor Monique has joined me in the travel virus, so she's stuffed and sniffling, too. As usual, she's been much braver about the whole thing and has bravely done useful things that involved going outside the house: buying medications, grocery shopping, and driving all the way to Grosse Pointe and back to rip Katie the Beagle from her life of luxury with Arsen and Brigitte.
I'm starting to think that I could get the same effect as modern travelling if I just wedged myself into a space way too small for me for four or five hours, then walked down to the local medical lab and licked a random petri dish. It'd be a lot cheaper, that's for sure.
Other than the germ warfare, the trip itself was dandy. The pretext for the visit was that Mike picked up four tickets for The Dead down in Denver. So we flew into Denver to watched The Dead (a fabulous show, I'll try to blog about the show itself elsewhen) on Thursday night. Mike and I drank too much beer, per what we thought was our clever plan. Friday morning we didn't think the plan had been nearly so clever, but we rallied for the trip back to Casper.
In Casper we went to see the Wyoming Cavalry arena football team on Friday night, drove around and did some sightseeing on Saturday, and took Cathy out for a lovely Mothers' Day brunch at a place called The Jazz Spot. (Oddly, The Jazz Spot played videos of the early 1970s Johnny Cash Show all the time we were there. I guess Johnny Cash passes for a jazz singer in Casper, Wyoming.)
Sunday afternoon we napped. Well earned.
It was great to finally see Casper and where Mike and Cathy have been living. And it was also a lot of fun to spend some niece-inspectin' time with little baby Zoe. That's one cheerful baby. Too bad that she's obviously destined for a life behind bars:
Just one correction, it's the Wyoming Cavalry.
ReplyDeleteWe had a fantastic time, and can't wait to do it again... well maybe next time we'll spread the beer out over a few days. :-)
What sort of life of luxury does Katie the Beagle live in Grosse Pointe? Are there hand delivered squirrels or some such?
ReplyDeleteWow a concert, football, brunch, and beer all in one weekend, thats every mans fantasy weekend. All its lacking is maybe a round of golf.
ReplyDeleteWhoops, fixed the arena football typo. The Cavalry it is. Why Wyoming would have had an arena football team named the "Calgary" is beyond me, unless they were aiming to move to Alberta.
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