That’s Lake Geneva! That’s my cousin Chandler! That’s not her last name!
And this is the REAL video now!
“Mine does that for Oreos!”
Last weekend while in Wisconsin, we went to the 161st Annual Walworth County Fair, featuring the Beach Boys, featuring John Stamos.
(He was delicious.)
When I, ahem, “Summered” there as a youth, the annual Fair and Carnival marked the end of the season. Often, I had already been back in school for a week, but my parents would pull us out on the friday before Labor Day Weekend (3 days into the year, we’re already taking one off), and off we’d go to see the chickens, the pigs, the ducks, and the Tractors. This year, The Redhead and I went. It was everything I remembered but 30 degrees cooler.
“I’ve been away, but now I’m back.”
Hello, Lloyd Internet! I’m back in Los Angle-eez; returned from the trek to the Midwest; recharged and ready to grab the bull by the horns. It’s good to back.
Going back to the place where I’m indirectly from can feel like a trip back in time, but without all of those pesky paradoxes and “scientific facts.” (Por ejemplo: The Earth rotates AND revolves around the sun, which is itself moving and spinning through the Milky Way Galaxy. The DeLorean would more likely reappear in the cold void of space then on a collision course with an Adult Movie Theatre or on the same railroad tracks.)
I like being away from LA and feeling like a different person in a different world, but as soon as the plane touches down the slow burning return to status quo becomes inevitable. I was getting lazy while “in between projects,” but have gotten a nice little turbo charge while away. If I go unchecked, I can slowly slip back into that state of sloth. I’m keeping the fires lit, Internet. I return to work in 10 days, and those 10 days will be action packed.
Like a Bunch of Spinning Plates….
I can’t get ahead in this boat game, Internet. I wrote earlier about how the boat was fixed. Well, guess what? Broken the next day. The 10 dollar part that was replaced put extra strain on some other 10 dollar part, which instantly blew, stranding the Redhead and I in the middle of the Lake. Now that part has been replaced. So what could possibly happen now? How about a return to basics. How about the seat breaks again, bringing with it the nostalgia for the 4th of July’s issues? Ah, memories. It’s Labor Day, so the Hardware Store is closed. All I need is a couple of pieces of wood. I have one more day here, and I’ll be damned if I’m going to let this constant issue of breakage ruin my little vay-cay.
(Pictured: A horse’s ass.)
I therefore respectfully refuse to read the writing on the wall and will charge forward with gusto and fervor. The boat may sadly be in it’s autumn years, but I’m not going to let summatime end just yet.
Disaster: Averted; And I Met My New Hero.
Well, it almost happened… again. I almost experienced a living Rerun. You may recall over 4th of July I had a bit of a SNAFU with the Coronado. After months of excitement and anticipation regarding my other boat (technically, the sailboat is my “other” boat, since the Coronado has been mine since I was 16, and before then my cousin’s), it broke minutes into my first voyage of the summer. Now we’re back for Labor Day, and the same thing happened. Brother Blogs and I headed out onto the lake for the first voyage. After 20 minutes (much longer than last time) a noticeable “pop” happened, and we were dead in the water. The engine would turn over, but not fire. Typical, I thought.
Well, disaster would soon be averted thanks to my new Hero, a mustachioed gent named Troy.
“We have to go back, Kate!”
We never should have left, Internet. It was a mistake, and they need us. We have to go BACK!!!
(“I’ll shave, I promise!”)
The Redhead and I have decided that we must return to Lake Geneva, WI for Labor Day Weekend. Our last trip was much too short.
Stay tuned for an ultra-exciting recap of the greatest fair ever, The Walworth County Fair! There will be pig races.
Rush For a Change of Atmosphere….
Sadly, I’m not a bit surprised.
2 Full Days. 8 hours scrubbing mildew and mold, 8 hours waxing top to bottom.
6 minutes into the first cruise, someone puts their foot through the floor. The driver’s seat and passenger seat are no longer capable of supporting weight.
No more Coronado for the weekend.
Frank Sinatra - Come Fly With Me
[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]
I’m beatin’ the birds to the Midwest right now, possibly while enjoying a cocktail.
(The Redhead and Tucker Blogs)
Look for pictures throughout the Holiday weekend here, but don’t look too hard. I lose interest in things quickly.
“Okay campers, Rise and Shine….”
I’m up. 3 hours of sleep, now 11 hours of work, 4 hour flight, 2 hour drive, couple beers, then this:
The sweet is not as sweet without the sour…
I am horrible with vacations, Internet. When I was growing up, my dad used to say, “if you don’t sleep on a vacation, it’s like you were there twice as long!” Kick and push, that’s how we did it. Kick push, kick push, but never coast.
(I am not a skater. I don’t think I’ve even stood on a skateboard for more than 30 seconds total my entire life.)
I’ve got a little Vay-Kay coming my way this weekend, and it’s going to go like every vacation: I will show up already on the verge of collapse from exhaustion, and there will be NO slowing down. Hopefully, I’ll get out of work tonight before 10 PM. Then I have to pack and get to bed, because I start at 6 am the next day due to switching schedules for my flight. I leave directly from work to LAX, with precisely 90 minutes to get from Culver City to the airport, through security and into my seat on the plane. I am too tall to sleep on a plane, but Lord will I try. I then land in Chicago at 1 AM local time and drive 2 hours to Lake Geneva, Wisconsin. Then I sleep, but not too long, since we’re going water skiing at 7 Friday morning. This is the start to a typical vacation.
Flippin’ the flaps and tightening screws.
Howdy, Internet. Yes, it’s my birthday. Let’s not make a big thing out of this, okay? We all grow old; we all die. (Oooooh, deep.) Besides, I’ve already had my greatest birthday. I don’t mean to offend anybody (including The Redhead) that wasn’t present for it, it’s just that one birthday in particular may never be topped. It’s all because of what I got.
This is a 1973 Century Coronado. It’s got a Chrysler 330 HP V8 that purrs like a kitten. I got it on my 16th Birthday. Since then more joys, horrors, first experiences and “last time I swear” promises have taken place on this boat than any other location I know. It is my youth, metaphorically encapsulated in yellow.
Knee High by 4th of July.
Yo, Internet! Wake up, baby… Wake yo ass up, c’mon! I’m going going… back back…. to Wisconsin.
(If that pier, boat cover, fender, wooden door, Coronado, orange thing, and rope with rusty figure 8 could talk….)
I’m so exited. For The 4th of July I’ll be back in Lake Geneva, the old stomping grounds. I wonder how many extra deputies the sheriff will bring on for the Holiday.
Not enough, I imagine.
The Boathouse Treasure; or The Clue Of The Crooked Closet
Well, Internet, those Hardy Boys have done their digging into The Mystery Of Hidden Longnecks, and while their findings involved a lot of crap about ghosts and Indian arrowheads, Mike Blogoff came up with something much more intriguing.
He believes that I am wrong to accuse my brother, the accuser. He thinks the blame lies elsewhere…
