A Vacation to Tropical Wisconsin
I had two weeks off in February, so I decided to go home and see the family
seeing how I only got to see them for a few days over the holidays. For the
unaware, here is a pictoral run-through of the fam.

My Mom. A saint.

Big Daddy.

Big Brother. (Sorry Joe... not the most flattering picture, but it was the only
solo shot I had.)

Little Sister.

Little Buddy.

Jane.
I first headed up to Madison where I stayed at Joe's new house. We had
made plans to go out, so we gave Ellen a call to see what she was up to. She
promptly replied that she was drinking strawberry vodka at her apartment
with about 10 friends. Danger.

We told the ladies we would meet them downtown, and Joe, Mike, and I
bundled up to head there. Here Joe and Mike attempt a "get-a-load-of-this-
fuggin'-guy" pose. Not bad... but Mike's angle is a little off, and Joe is projecting
way too much hostility with the middle finger method.

Speaking of hostility... when we finally met up with Ellen and her friends, she
was crabbing big time.

I don't remember exactly what it was that set her off but she was...

CRABBY!!!

Somehow Mike got her to cheer up, though. To get revenge, however, she
made us go to State Street Brats (as in Bratwurst) for drinks. This den of inequity, affectionately known as "Brats," lives up to its name by being a complete meat-
market, sausage-fest. Populated by thick-necks and dolled-up hussies, I avoided
the place like the plague during undergrad.

Regardless, I agreed to go to the bar despite it violating the very moral fiber of
my being. That is how much I love my sister.

Me, Ellen, and her roomate Lil' Kim.

Ellen and her former roomate Erin, who was up for the weekend from Chicago.

At the bar, one of Ellen's friends commented on how Joe and I have the same
glasses. This is only because we separately brought Ellen as our eye-ware style
advisor when we bought them. It was only much later that we found out she
had chosen the same frames for both of us, albeit in different shades. Blame her,
not us.

Here are Paul and Lisa. Not surprising in the least that Paul is skilled in the
arts of Cold Lampin"!!!

Can't beat the Masters, though. This picture has so much going on. Nice crossed
arm pose put down by Joe, and then me simultaneously giving the "get-a-load"
finger and Cold Lampin'!!! Pure genius.

Despite our sacrifices, I think Ellen was still giving Joe a hard time and being...

CRABBY!!!

Me and Lil' Kim.

The two guys working the door at Brats were prototypical dill-weeds that
frequent the place. On our way out I had Ellen pose with them for proper
documentation. Thanks for taking one for the home team, Little Sister.

Next we made our way up to the square, where we went to Genna's for last
call. Here I am with Paul, Ellen, and Mike.

Here's a picture of Taryn (sp?) one of Ellen's friends who was out with us.
After a drink at Genna's, I was about ready to head home. But Ellen had other
plans, which included more strawberry vodka at an...

Afterbar!

We went back to Ellen's apartment to partake in what she kept on referring
to as an "A-Bar."

The sign says it all.

Here Mike does a shot of Ellen's home-made Strawberry Vodka. She apparently
takes cheap, skunk-water vodka, filters it through her Brita (?!?), mixes in a
package of frozen strawberries, and lets it sit for an indeterminate time. I have
to admit that it did taste pretty good, although I'm pretty sure she needs to
secure some sort license from the ATF to avoid prosecution for boot-legging.

Needless to say, at 2:30 in the morning, it did not take long for a dance party
to break out. Here Taryn and Paul cut a rug.

It did not take long for the Brothers Nosek to control the dance floor.

Joe threw the gauntlet and began to bust a move.

Excellent use of the "Cooling Aloe Sleep Mask" as a dance prop.

Joe was posing a mighty challenge on the dance floor, but as this picture can
attest, I was ready to rise to the occasion. I unleashed a flurry of moves
unimaginable to mere mortals. The crowning moment of my routine was this...

The... Best... Dance... Move... Ever.

Go Ladies!

This picture leaves no doubt who the victor on the dance floor was.

Back at Joe's place. 4:00 AM. Gentle snowfall. Life is good.

Best...

Dog...

Ever.

Back home with the parents in Whitewater, I went to visit high-school friends
Jess and Joe Coburn and their two kids. Here is Aidan.

And here is Kate.

We packed up the kids and went for dinner at Gus's Pizza, a Whitewater institution.

Here Jess tells Aidan that he doesn't behave, he is going to have to order
"The Loner," a chicken dinner for one.

Kate devoured an entire pizza immediately prior to the taking of this picture.

Both the kids were great, despite the highly stimulating enviroment of Gus's.
Here Aidan gets soothed with a little story-time.

Back in Madison, I went to visit Will Enright. He just bought this ginormous truck.
It is somewhat puzzling that a burly Orthopedist with a truck like that...

...only had Smirnoff Raspberry Twists to drink at his house.

Amazing that former giants have been to be reduced to this. The bigger they
are, the harder they fall, I guess.

To his credit, however, we went to the Great Dane West and drank a large
amount of beer prior to this. The Smirnoff Raspberry Twists actually helped
settle the stomach before bed.

Will is a large man.

On my last night in town, Joe, Ellen, and I went to Jolly Bob's for excellent
Jamaican fare, giving my vacation a much needed tropical infusion. All in all
I had a great trip home. Saw lots of friends, got in a good snow storm, and had
a great time.

Plus, I got to see my old buddy Bob Lindmeier do the weather again. We all
know why you're smiling, Bob.
seeing how I only got to see them for a few days over the holidays. For the
unaware, here is a pictoral run-through of the fam.

My Mom. A saint.

Big Daddy.

Big Brother. (Sorry Joe... not the most flattering picture, but it was the only
solo shot I had.)

Little Sister.

Little Buddy.

Jane.
I first headed up to Madison where I stayed at Joe's new house. We had
made plans to go out, so we gave Ellen a call to see what she was up to. She
promptly replied that she was drinking strawberry vodka at her apartment
with about 10 friends. Danger.

We told the ladies we would meet them downtown, and Joe, Mike, and I
bundled up to head there. Here Joe and Mike attempt a "get-a-load-of-this-
fuggin'-guy" pose. Not bad... but Mike's angle is a little off, and Joe is projecting
way too much hostility with the middle finger method.

Speaking of hostility... when we finally met up with Ellen and her friends, she
was crabbing big time.

I don't remember exactly what it was that set her off but she was...

CRABBY!!!

Somehow Mike got her to cheer up, though. To get revenge, however, she
made us go to State Street Brats (as in Bratwurst) for drinks. This den of inequity, affectionately known as "Brats," lives up to its name by being a complete meat-
market, sausage-fest. Populated by thick-necks and dolled-up hussies, I avoided
the place like the plague during undergrad.

Regardless, I agreed to go to the bar despite it violating the very moral fiber of
my being. That is how much I love my sister.

Me, Ellen, and her roomate Lil' Kim.

Ellen and her former roomate Erin, who was up for the weekend from Chicago.

At the bar, one of Ellen's friends commented on how Joe and I have the same
glasses. This is only because we separately brought Ellen as our eye-ware style
advisor when we bought them. It was only much later that we found out she
had chosen the same frames for both of us, albeit in different shades. Blame her,
not us.

Here are Paul and Lisa. Not surprising in the least that Paul is skilled in the
arts of Cold Lampin"!!!

Can't beat the Masters, though. This picture has so much going on. Nice crossed
arm pose put down by Joe, and then me simultaneously giving the "get-a-load"
finger and Cold Lampin'!!! Pure genius.

Despite our sacrifices, I think Ellen was still giving Joe a hard time and being...

CRABBY!!!

Me and Lil' Kim.

The two guys working the door at Brats were prototypical dill-weeds that
frequent the place. On our way out I had Ellen pose with them for proper
documentation. Thanks for taking one for the home team, Little Sister.

Next we made our way up to the square, where we went to Genna's for last
call. Here I am with Paul, Ellen, and Mike.

Here's a picture of Taryn (sp?) one of Ellen's friends who was out with us.
After a drink at Genna's, I was about ready to head home. But Ellen had other
plans, which included more strawberry vodka at an...

Afterbar!

We went back to Ellen's apartment to partake in what she kept on referring
to as an "A-Bar."

The sign says it all.

Here Mike does a shot of Ellen's home-made Strawberry Vodka. She apparently
takes cheap, skunk-water vodka, filters it through her Brita (?!?), mixes in a
package of frozen strawberries, and lets it sit for an indeterminate time. I have
to admit that it did taste pretty good, although I'm pretty sure she needs to
secure some sort license from the ATF to avoid prosecution for boot-legging.

Needless to say, at 2:30 in the morning, it did not take long for a dance party
to break out. Here Taryn and Paul cut a rug.

It did not take long for the Brothers Nosek to control the dance floor.

Joe threw the gauntlet and began to bust a move.

Excellent use of the "Cooling Aloe Sleep Mask" as a dance prop.

Joe was posing a mighty challenge on the dance floor, but as this picture can
attest, I was ready to rise to the occasion. I unleashed a flurry of moves
unimaginable to mere mortals. The crowning moment of my routine was this...

The... Best... Dance... Move... Ever.

Go Ladies!

This picture leaves no doubt who the victor on the dance floor was.

Back at Joe's place. 4:00 AM. Gentle snowfall. Life is good.

Best...

Dog...

Ever.

Back home with the parents in Whitewater, I went to visit high-school friends
Jess and Joe Coburn and their two kids. Here is Aidan.

And here is Kate.

We packed up the kids and went for dinner at Gus's Pizza, a Whitewater institution.

Here Jess tells Aidan that he doesn't behave, he is going to have to order
"The Loner," a chicken dinner for one.

Kate devoured an entire pizza immediately prior to the taking of this picture.

Both the kids were great, despite the highly stimulating enviroment of Gus's.
Here Aidan gets soothed with a little story-time.

Back in Madison, I went to visit Will Enright. He just bought this ginormous truck.
It is somewhat puzzling that a burly Orthopedist with a truck like that...

...only had Smirnoff Raspberry Twists to drink at his house.

Amazing that former giants have been to be reduced to this. The bigger they
are, the harder they fall, I guess.

To his credit, however, we went to the Great Dane West and drank a large
amount of beer prior to this. The Smirnoff Raspberry Twists actually helped
settle the stomach before bed.

Will is a large man.

On my last night in town, Joe, Ellen, and I went to Jolly Bob's for excellent
Jamaican fare, giving my vacation a much needed tropical infusion. All in all
I had a great trip home. Saw lots of friends, got in a good snow storm, and had
a great time.

Plus, I got to see my old buddy Bob Lindmeier do the weather again. We all
know why you're smiling, Bob.
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