A Bathrobe, Led Zeppelin, and Gander Mountain
Ah, life. I woke up mighty early this morning. Mighty early, indeed, but it was worth it. I got to Mike's alive somehow, in my car, and he took over the wheel. We went to McDonald's and then Gini's. Gini is cool. I miss Gini. We then went to his house to hang out with Laura (his sister) and his mom, who made us an awesome turkey lunch. Yep. Bert's Army surplus sadly had no nunchucks for me, but Mike went ahead and got me the other part of my present: a shirt from the local union. You know, the Ninja union. Duh.
After that, we went to Strike to say hello to a few people and goodbye to others for real. There is nothing quite like a Jay Sawyer bear hug, I tell you. They were doing Montana Music. It made me miss Strike so much. A bunch of other vetrans were there, and I got to say goodbye to them again. The them them, too.
The best part of the day was after this. We went to see Kristen, Mike's ex-girlfriend and one of his closest friends. We talked a little bit about German class and good old Frau McManus, and how Mike and I should have visited her. Well, I mentioned that it would be funny of us to visit Mrs. Rottschafer. Of course, this would require us to look up her address online using a pirated wireless network from right next to East Kentwood and driving out to Ada. But we had the chance to randomly drive to Mrs. Rottschafer's house.
So we did.
We got there alive, and her husband answered the door. I'm pretty sure he thought we were crazy. He asked if we were students, and we naturally said yes. Well, good old Lisa came to the door...in her bathrobe. Hair in a towel and everything. It was the funniest thing ever, especially because she seemed genuinely happy to see us. She was cracking up. Unfortunately, she and her husband were planning on going out that night, so we had to leave, but not before she endowed us with certain unalienable cookies, that among these cookies were male pilgrims, female pilgrims, and ziploc bags. It was so awesome. There will be pictures up later. Well, of the cookies. Not of Mrs. Rottschafer in her bathrobe. There's something just wrong about that.
Think about this. On a complete whim, Mike and I drove over to the addition in front of our former high school, looked up our old creative writing teacher's address online, and drove twenty miles out to her house. And twenty miles back. All told today, we put at least 110 miles on my car, and most likely more, since we began counting when it flipped 120,000 in the middle of the day.
There was a second really awesome thing to happen, but alas, not quite as awesome as randomly showing up at our former teacher's house ("You guys should have called, seriously. Come back some time!"). Nothing will quite beat that one for a while, I'm guessing. Well, the not-quite-so-awesome-but-still-kicks-some-bovine-ass is thus: every time we got in the car we heard Led Zeppelin. Literally. Every single time. And I believe every time, with possibly one exception, they played more than one, at least after we tuned in. So, naturally, we christened it Led Zeppelin Day.
So:
A splendiferous Led Zeppelin Day to you!
After that, we went to Strike to say hello to a few people and goodbye to others for real. There is nothing quite like a Jay Sawyer bear hug, I tell you. They were doing Montana Music. It made me miss Strike so much. A bunch of other vetrans were there, and I got to say goodbye to them again. The them them, too.
The best part of the day was after this. We went to see Kristen, Mike's ex-girlfriend and one of his closest friends. We talked a little bit about German class and good old Frau McManus, and how Mike and I should have visited her. Well, I mentioned that it would be funny of us to visit Mrs. Rottschafer. Of course, this would require us to look up her address online using a pirated wireless network from right next to East Kentwood and driving out to Ada. But we had the chance to randomly drive to Mrs. Rottschafer's house.
So we did.
We got there alive, and her husband answered the door. I'm pretty sure he thought we were crazy. He asked if we were students, and we naturally said yes. Well, good old Lisa came to the door...in her bathrobe. Hair in a towel and everything. It was the funniest thing ever, especially because she seemed genuinely happy to see us. She was cracking up. Unfortunately, she and her husband were planning on going out that night, so we had to leave, but not before she endowed us with certain unalienable cookies, that among these cookies were male pilgrims, female pilgrims, and ziploc bags. It was so awesome. There will be pictures up later. Well, of the cookies. Not of Mrs. Rottschafer in her bathrobe. There's something just wrong about that.
Think about this. On a complete whim, Mike and I drove over to the addition in front of our former high school, looked up our old creative writing teacher's address online, and drove twenty miles out to her house. And twenty miles back. All told today, we put at least 110 miles on my car, and most likely more, since we began counting when it flipped 120,000 in the middle of the day.
There was a second really awesome thing to happen, but alas, not quite as awesome as randomly showing up at our former teacher's house ("You guys should have called, seriously. Come back some time!"). Nothing will quite beat that one for a while, I'm guessing. Well, the not-quite-so-awesome-but-still-kicks-some-bovine-ass is thus: every time we got in the car we heard Led Zeppelin. Literally. Every single time. And I believe every time, with possibly one exception, they played more than one, at least after we tuned in. So, naturally, we christened it Led Zeppelin Day.
So:
A splendiferous Led Zeppelin Day to you!