I’m back in Saugutuck, Michigan on what is ostensibly my birthday weekend getaway. Summer brings the masses to Lake Michigan shorelines, so some carefully hinted birthday language secured us a roof over our heads in a town with no room.
It stormed last night. I could never see a bolt of lightning, but the entire sky canopy blinked on and off like a LifeTouch portrait session. We waited it out and then found the nearest beach. It required an unplanned hike through the woods. I imagined thirsty ticks crawling up my pale chicken legs, which were unnaturally exposed in a pair of shorts. I never wear shorts. Finally, a bright opening in the shadows and we were thrust into sensory overload.
Beautiful, sure, but the hike back to the car will be all that we remember. No map, poorly marked trails and we’re lost. Stupid lost. We’re amid bros on a disc golf course, too proud to ask for directions. Katie is annoyed (with me) and wants to head back into the woods to pick up the correct trail. I convince her that wandering further out into the unknown is what got us to America in the first place. My way is stupid, but gives us a few more pretty things.
Back in the car, I managed to get us lost once again.
This might end up being a massive logistical error, but we find ourselves in New Orleans on St. Patrick’s Day. Damn the torpedoes, full speed ahead.
How we got here is not important (for now,) but there are a few things to get out of the way. It’s my second time in the Crescent City and Katie‘s first. I succeeded in finding a fun room at the Q & C Hotel, which appropriately invokes a former train line – the Queen and Crescent. It’s also a room that won’t get cooler than 80 degrees and contains a misbehaving toilet I’ve already battled twice in 12 hours. Ah, vacation.
I’ll do my best to share drink names during this trek – not to inform, but to show appreciation for the work that goes into naming things.
Death in the Afternoon
The Last Word
No green today, so we’ll be covered in welts by the end of today. People still pinch on this dumb holiday, right?
I leave you with an unexpected bonus:
Ladies and gentlemen, I've found the fastest guest Wi-Fi in North America at the Q&C Hotel in New Orleans: pic.twitter.com/BpzdR8IAAL
Mission accomplished! We hit five score with a very special outing to our local multiplex to watch our first Movie Night documentary, Finding Vivian Maier. Since it’s late February in Illinois, we nearly freeze to death in the worst way possible – in an oversized van in a snowy parking lot, bellies full of salty popcorn, trying to make art for you people.
Greetings, Starfighter! You are watching The Last Starfighter, a movie you last saw in 1984 while wearing very short shorts. Did you know that there’s a connection with The Music Man? You don’t care? Then let’s talk about the elephant in the room – the 100th episode of Movie Night. We’re going out to the cinema and there is much planning to do. So let’s talk bananas instead. One member of our group abhors them (bananas!) while another eats three a day (also bananas!) This, is my Wife-oid, and six thousand little grig-lets.