veg-o-matic
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'Fore I say anything else, I want to extend a public Thank You to Bethann and Dean for putting up with me. They are such warm, loving, open hosts. I'd say I was treated like a king, but that doesn't even scratch the surface.
This trip was a series of firsts: First vacation, first time flying solo, first hangover... Though I did hurl a bit, it wasn't anything like the picture we painted for you!
Apparently, when Bethann and I get together, the potential for mayhem is tremendous.
We did a lot of poking around in antique stores and junk shops, though we didn't purchase much. All the things I really liked were way too big to fit in a suitcase. I managed to dislocate my shoulder in one of the shops, after reading the sign about watching one's step. Big DUH for me!
I had never poked around the trailer behind Lowe's before, but we did that too.
Then there was "Hey, let's go down to the ghetto and see if there's any cool junk in the alleys!" Luckily, we didn't get shot at, but I saw some parts of Indianapolis that the Tourist Board doesn't know exist!
And, of course, the makeover. Poor Beth had to dye my hair three times before it was the way she wanted. "I'm going to kick your hair's ass!" was the actual quote. So far, two of my neighbors didn't recognize me. There's no telling what the people at work will think.
And we ate. And ate. And ate. You wouldn't think a gal as gorgeous as BA would be a good cook. Boy, would you be wrong! If you're going to fry chicken, you have to cut up the chicken yourself. Nothing is too much trouble for the lovely BA, which I had a hard time getting used to. My motto is "Ehh, good enough."
I learned how to navigate through a house that has an animal lying across every doorway. Bud and Walter the cats weren't too bad, but Marley's a 100 lb. baby who needs a belly scratch every time you walk by.
If I had to name my favorite times, I think I'd have to say:
Sitting by the firepit getting hammered;
Talking in the bar, listening to Rosemary Clooney;
Hanging around the turquoise kitchen listening to Dean sing;
Laughing so hard all week that my sides still hurt.
Really, if I didn't miss Honey so much, I'd still be there.
Guess that's enough rambling. Youall know the rest of the story. Here are some pictures to enjoy.
veg
This trip was a series of firsts: First vacation, first time flying solo, first hangover... Though I did hurl a bit, it wasn't anything like the picture we painted for you!
Apparently, when Bethann and I get together, the potential for mayhem is tremendous.
We did a lot of poking around in antique stores and junk shops, though we didn't purchase much. All the things I really liked were way too big to fit in a suitcase. I managed to dislocate my shoulder in one of the shops, after reading the sign about watching one's step. Big DUH for me!
I had never poked around the trailer behind Lowe's before, but we did that too.
Then there was "Hey, let's go down to the ghetto and see if there's any cool junk in the alleys!" Luckily, we didn't get shot at, but I saw some parts of Indianapolis that the Tourist Board doesn't know exist!
And, of course, the makeover. Poor Beth had to dye my hair three times before it was the way she wanted. "I'm going to kick your hair's ass!" was the actual quote. So far, two of my neighbors didn't recognize me. There's no telling what the people at work will think.
And we ate. And ate. And ate. You wouldn't think a gal as gorgeous as BA would be a good cook. Boy, would you be wrong! If you're going to fry chicken, you have to cut up the chicken yourself. Nothing is too much trouble for the lovely BA, which I had a hard time getting used to. My motto is "Ehh, good enough."
I learned how to navigate through a house that has an animal lying across every doorway. Bud and Walter the cats weren't too bad, but Marley's a 100 lb. baby who needs a belly scratch every time you walk by.
If I had to name my favorite times, I think I'd have to say:
Sitting by the firepit getting hammered;
Talking in the bar, listening to Rosemary Clooney;
Hanging around the turquoise kitchen listening to Dean sing;
Laughing so hard all week that my sides still hurt.
Really, if I didn't miss Honey so much, I'd still be there.
Guess that's enough rambling. Youall know the rest of the story. Here are some pictures to enjoy.
veg
