Drinks and Jagerbombs

Up north again for the weekend! One of my favorite- favorite things to do is head north for the weekend (or summer). I love the decompression that happens during the drive. We stop at Mr.Cinders in Oshkosh for dinner every time. I worked at Mr.Cinders (a small, family owned chain in Appleton too) on and off for almost 9 years. It was one of my first jobs in high school-- and the job that after almost 9 years helped me realized that I wanted a job that I didn't have to shower 'after' work to get the deep fry smell and ketchup off!

There was plenty of fresh snow and sun over Lake Camelot this weekend. We had Friday night and most of Saturday all to ourselves. Then some of our favorite friends joined us for Saturday and Sunday night (no school on President's Day). We had drinks and jagerbombs, played poker, had drinks and jagerbombs, went for walks, had drinks and jagerbombs, played cards, had drinks and jagerbombs, watched tv, and had drinks and jagerbombs. It was Joe Toomie's 30th birthday-- so there was a few extra jagerbombs for him.

I think one of the many things Jason and I love about going up north is that we get to play 'house'. There are different rooms and spaces and places to go--- all inside the same 'house'. We live in a great apartment on Brady Street in Milwaukee. I love every bit of our apartment--- especially roof top cook outs in the summer, and dancing in the living room every weekend of the winter. But, it is an apartment and there is no 'other' place to go. There is no place that I can go in the apartment where I can't hear Jason breathing (or making other boy noises) in another room. So we loooove going to play 'house' up north. One weekend Jason spent a few hours in the 'garage' and it was hilarious! He checked in the house every hour or so just to make sure that I was still reading my book in the chair (he couldn't hear me breathing through the walls I guess)-- and to remind me of all the great things he can build for me some day when he has his own garage.

We are talking about and planning to move into a house soon. We have most of our ducks in a row and often spend our Sunday mornings driving around with Starbucks (venti soy chai)--- looking for our first house. This has been the first time that I think we are actually 'ready' both financially and emotionally to move. Emotionally may sound silly-- but we looove our apartment! There have been sooo many great memories here-- our first time living 'alone'-- our first couch-- where our first puppy was a puppy-- our first 'pub' table-- where I slept the night before our wedding-- 100th anniversary of Harley-fest on the roof-- 3 unforgettable Halloween parties-- people watching on the window bench (especially in summer)-- our first experience with a baby brock-- jagerbombs for all new guests-- power surges on Brady Street during the heat of summer-- the smell of the coffee shop across the street-- the homeless man that crushes cans outside our bedroom window (one at a time)-- Lester (the 7 foot gay black man that works in the smoke shop downstairs)-- the 1-2 Step by Ciara on Saturday nights--

So needless to say, we enjoy every day (especially weekends) on Brady Street, treating each wild celebration like it's nearing the last...