Let's give thanks for Thanksgiving...
Ok, ok , ok.... so the planned renaissance of Cold Lampin' posts was a complete
failure, but I will once again try to redouble my efforts. I am 2 weeks shy of
being a year behind, so my goal is to a least stay ahead of that ignominious
benchmark. Anyhoo, here is Thanksgiving circa 2005...
I ended up having Thanksgiving off, so I flew home to Whitewater and got
there just in time for Turkey dinner with Aunt Debbie, big brother Joe, and
Grammy.
My parents had just got our player piano repaired, so we spent most of the
pre-dinner time pumping out some of the old classics...
Ellen did a rousing version of "Boogie-Woogie..."
...while the two of us had to tag-team the epic "Carmen."
"Carmen" (the opera) is by far the longest piano roll we have at home. If you
get through pumping out the whole thing without breaking a sweat, you're a
better person than I.
After Thanksgiving dinner we made the requisite pilgrimage out to the
Whitewater bars to meet up with some of the old-school gang. First stop
was the Brass Rail, where we met up with Ben Grubb, Johnny Hoekman, and
his lady-friend (whose name I have since forgotten. That's what I get for being
a year behind in my posts.)
Also in attendance was Jess Coburn...
... as well as her evil twin sister, "Mess."
Here Ben demonstrates the waxing technique he uses to perfectly sculpt his
handlebar mustache...
Sarah Grubb made an appearance...
...and so did the next door neighbor of the first 18 years of my life... Carrie
Simon (who, by the way, is obviously a consummate professional when it comes
to Cold Lampin'.)
Little sister in the house.
T'ink about it Melanie... just t'ink about it...
Being in the presence of one of my oldest, bestest friends, Joe Coburn, made me spontaneously break into my step-for-step rendition of...
...The Thriller Dance!!!
There are three things in this world for which I would without hesitation give up
my first-born child:
1) Be able to sing like Al Green, especially in front of a large crowd at a karaoke bar
2) Be able to do consecutive hand springs down a hallway
3) Be able to do the Thriller Dance in its entirety
If someone can grant me any one of these powers, Carl Jr. is theirs for the taking.
On the walk home from the bars we made our annual pilgrimage to the
world's lone Dry Cleaner/Taxidermist shop. Notice how scattered amidst
the clothes racks are a Canadian goose, a ginormous snapping turtle, and
(everyone's favorite) and albino beaver. This place of business is one of the
things that makes Whitewater special.
The next morning was opening day at my Dad's Christmas tree farm.
Here's a view of the barn and the parking area...
...and here is one of the tree fields.
Many families make it a tradition to come from all over to pick out a tree,
saw it down, and then bring it home to decorate.
It is my tradition to work at the farm hung-over every Thanksgiving weekend.
Inside the barn there is a little room with a wood-burning stove...
...where Grammy Nosek doles out hot apple cider and collects the money for
the trees people have cut down.
I've got to get a pair of glasses like this...
Functional and Fashionable...
The next evening I went up to Madison and met Greg and Kary for dinner
at the El Dorado Grill. Here Greg pulls his typical poopy-pants look.
Later we met up with Jess Wallen, Dave Bohl, and my Brother's floating,
disembodied head...
Jess and I both live out in SF, and both were glad to be back in Wisco.
Steve Hong came up from Chicago to meet up with us...
... and Hollywood Hendrickson was also in attendance.
Dave, Hollywood, Javier, and I.
Good times... Good times...
failure, but I will once again try to redouble my efforts. I am 2 weeks shy of
being a year behind, so my goal is to a least stay ahead of that ignominious
benchmark. Anyhoo, here is Thanksgiving circa 2005...
I ended up having Thanksgiving off, so I flew home to Whitewater and got
there just in time for Turkey dinner with Aunt Debbie, big brother Joe, and
Grammy.
My parents had just got our player piano repaired, so we spent most of the
pre-dinner time pumping out some of the old classics...
Ellen did a rousing version of "Boogie-Woogie..."
...while the two of us had to tag-team the epic "Carmen."
"Carmen" (the opera) is by far the longest piano roll we have at home. If you
get through pumping out the whole thing without breaking a sweat, you're a
better person than I.
After Thanksgiving dinner we made the requisite pilgrimage out to the
Whitewater bars to meet up with some of the old-school gang. First stop
was the Brass Rail, where we met up with Ben Grubb, Johnny Hoekman, and
his lady-friend (whose name I have since forgotten. That's what I get for being
a year behind in my posts.)
Also in attendance was Jess Coburn...
... as well as her evil twin sister, "Mess."
Here Ben demonstrates the waxing technique he uses to perfectly sculpt his
handlebar mustache...
Sarah Grubb made an appearance...
...and so did the next door neighbor of the first 18 years of my life... Carrie
Simon (who, by the way, is obviously a consummate professional when it comes
to Cold Lampin'.)
Little sister in the house.
T'ink about it Melanie... just t'ink about it...
Being in the presence of one of my oldest, bestest friends, Joe Coburn, made me spontaneously break into my step-for-step rendition of...
...The Thriller Dance!!!
There are three things in this world for which I would without hesitation give up
my first-born child:
1) Be able to sing like Al Green, especially in front of a large crowd at a karaoke bar
2) Be able to do consecutive hand springs down a hallway
3) Be able to do the Thriller Dance in its entirety
If someone can grant me any one of these powers, Carl Jr. is theirs for the taking.
On the walk home from the bars we made our annual pilgrimage to the
world's lone Dry Cleaner/Taxidermist shop. Notice how scattered amidst
the clothes racks are a Canadian goose, a ginormous snapping turtle, and
(everyone's favorite) and albino beaver. This place of business is one of the
things that makes Whitewater special.
The next morning was opening day at my Dad's Christmas tree farm.
Here's a view of the barn and the parking area...
...and here is one of the tree fields.
Many families make it a tradition to come from all over to pick out a tree,
saw it down, and then bring it home to decorate.
It is my tradition to work at the farm hung-over every Thanksgiving weekend.
Inside the barn there is a little room with a wood-burning stove...
...where Grammy Nosek doles out hot apple cider and collects the money for
the trees people have cut down.
I've got to get a pair of glasses like this...
Functional and Fashionable...
The next evening I went up to Madison and met Greg and Kary for dinner
at the El Dorado Grill. Here Greg pulls his typical poopy-pants look.
Later we met up with Jess Wallen, Dave Bohl, and my Brother's floating,
disembodied head...
Jess and I both live out in SF, and both were glad to be back in Wisco.
Steve Hong came up from Chicago to meet up with us...
... and Hollywood Hendrickson was also in attendance.
Dave, Hollywood, Javier, and I.
Good times... Good times...
posted by Carl Nosek at 11:45 PM
1 Comments:
Your sister is sooo cute. But the main reason I came is to find out what cold lampin' means and I'm mleaving disappoined. :(
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