My friend G interrupted his globe trotting and hip urban lifestyle to visit me here in this
humble cow town this past weekend. (Look at the link, there's a cute photo of
Mayor Dave.)
Friday night (or actually Sat. morning) he wakes me up at 3 a.m. to say he can't find his wallet. We find it approximately eight hours later on top of his suitcase.
Saturday. Here's what we did.
--- G spills coffee and/or Diet Pepsi on every surface and item in my apartment.
--- I note again that G has an aversion to wearing pants when not in public and he has very veiny legs.
--- We converse with my landlord, whom G has a crush on, through my bathroom window, while my landlord is standing on a ladder looking in my bathroom window. I'm not going into any more detail.
--- We finally venture into public, go to
State Street, eat some tasty food in an Irish castle, and then inspect some of the
cows (G also attracts cow parades).
--- We enter quaint funky shops including
The Pipefitter, that perennial mecca for rural Wisconsin teens, where one can look at bongs and assorted penis-shaped objects.
--- We inspect even more cows.
--- We encounter a new issue: how do you tell if guys are gay or just European???? We follow three young dudes who were wearing capri pants, one in a white pair, with funky hairstyles. We, obviously, think they are gay, but when we follow them into a store, we hear them speaking a Scandinavian language. What a conundrum!!!!
--- Back at my house, G takes a nap and I listen to a 22-year-old drama queen's two-hour blast about her breakup with Mark to the entire neighborhood.
--- We watch "The Wedding Banquet."
--- We decide we should not have children, as a service to mankind.
--- Later we go to "Strangers with Candy" --- insanely twisted and funny film in which we learn the phrases for not one
but two deviant sexual acts.. I have since learned that
Wikipedia lists every deviant sexual act known to man. It is not the Encyclopedia Britannia of my youth!!!
Sunday: First we sit on the dock, drink and spill coffee, talk about ducks and Otis Redding, and I try to teach G how to spell Monona and Mendota.
Later, the feeding. The only thing I learn on this day is that
the only real advantage this restaurant provides is giving one the ability to pour melted cheese all over your hamburger.
A little later, I say a wistful farewell to G and wait for another action-packed visit ...