Milwaukee in short
Apr. 26th, 2009 05:35 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
seabird78Too much rain and cold to frolic.
Thwarted at the Lakeshore brewery.
Comfy beds, perfect for lounging and watching HBO.
Delicious fish tacos.
An unexpected Arik Cannon conversation.
Wrestling, ah wrestling how I've missed thee.
How nice to have friends who not only get it, but also are interested in coming back for more.
Burlesque was okay, but the real sexy stuff was the pole performances. Faith No More will be forever associated with that.
Sheer exhaustion at the end of the show, thanks to a long day, and the sleepy-making power of Jamesons.
Home again home again, jiggety jig (well, our makeshift hilton home anyway).
Ice cream sundaes in bed.
Short bursts of profoundly deep sleep.
A noisy kid wake-up call.
Coffee and conversation, followed by leisurely preparations to make ourselves clean and pretty.
Thwarted at a restaurant I remembered from years ago, but mediocre mexican food was a fine substitute.
Back on the road, In Utero as a soundtrack, combined with intense bursts of rain.
Home again, home again, ready to plan the next roadtrip. After a nice nap, of course.
I am perpetually consumed with wanderlust.
Thwarted at the Lakeshore brewery.
Comfy beds, perfect for lounging and watching HBO.
Delicious fish tacos.
An unexpected Arik Cannon conversation.
Wrestling, ah wrestling how I've missed thee.
How nice to have friends who not only get it, but also are interested in coming back for more.
Burlesque was okay, but the real sexy stuff was the pole performances. Faith No More will be forever associated with that.
Sheer exhaustion at the end of the show, thanks to a long day, and the sleepy-making power of Jamesons.
Home again home again, jiggety jig (well, our makeshift hilton home anyway).
Ice cream sundaes in bed.
Short bursts of profoundly deep sleep.
A noisy kid wake-up call.
Coffee and conversation, followed by leisurely preparations to make ourselves clean and pretty.
Thwarted at a restaurant I remembered from years ago, but mediocre mexican food was a fine substitute.
Back on the road, In Utero as a soundtrack, combined with intense bursts of rain.
Home again, home again, ready to plan the next roadtrip. After a nice nap, of course.
I am perpetually consumed with wanderlust.
