that he took a fat crap in frank lloyd wright’s personal bathroom (a national monument.)
so my sister, evilbigmouth, got married. i guess i need to make up a name for her husband now, since he’s apparently sticking around. i’m completely uninspired right now, though, so he’s nameless til further notice. anyway, ignore the fact that the photo sucks; you can still tell it was a beautiful wedding:
and a better picture of the dress on the bride (i didn’t take it):
the wedding was at taliesin, the home and architecture school of frank lloyd wright. my sister and her husband both graduated from taliesin last year. tour groups pay like $65 apiece to wander through taliesin, speaking in reverent tones, wearing surgical booties over their shoes so as not to damage the national monument, and gawking at the statuary, the furniture, and the people who actually live there as they eat breakfast in their pajamas. i don’t know how those two survived three years of being a zoo exhibit, as tours seem to run about 6 times a day.
now, taking three little boys to a wedding is always fun. first, there’s the whole “convincing them that suits and ties are cool” thing. evilgremlin went along with it when he figured out that if you show up to a black tie formal in a spongebob shirt, it is legal for the hosts to withhold cake. spazmonkey, the kid i figured i’d NEVER get into that get-up, went along with it and then some… he beamed at himself in the mirror, chest puffed out, and actually refused to take the damned thing off until he puked on it later – the next night. at which point i tried to get him into his favorite spiderman t-shirt, and he howled til we put him in dramaqueen’s suit, which dramaqueen – normally my confused-yet-happy boy who will generally agree to anything so long as you suggest it with a big smile – had worn for all of about 10 minutes before having a complete banshee breakdown and getting back into his superman t-shirt.
i should mention at this point that, at some point after the ceremony, spazmonkey – the kid whose fashion statements include ski masks, ladybug boots, and christmas socks on feet and hands – decided that his clip-on tie looked much better hung from the front of his pants instead of his shirt. he walked around proudly showing people his no-issa-PANTStie-notta-necktie. also, EG, ever the comedian, told people that “i LOVE weddings! you know why? because they’re all blah blah BLAH bleah BLEEEEAAAAAHHH…” (imagine his voice getting louder and more warped with each “blah.” then imagine me heading toward him with my lips pursed and hand up in spanky mode. and him running off to do something deceptively civilized until i’m not looking again…)
then we spent two nights in a row staying up and getting really drunk. i actually just stayed up late and watched others get really drunk, which was not as bad as it can be when the company sucks. my husband and an old friend of mine from germany, vetresident (a stupid name choice, since she’s about 6 months from finishing her residency, but again, i’m uninspired right now) drank all the fat squirrel and local yokel beer we had in the room, and also did a credible job of helping our parents kill the leftover keg of spotted cow.
notice the cool beer names? they’re all from the new glarus brewing co., which is about half an hour away from taliesin. WE WENT INSIDE THE BREWERY. this may not seem worthy of all-caps. let me explain. for the last ten years, maybe 12, i have gone to southern wisconsin for fishing trips, camping trips, visits to taliesin, etc… and every time, i’ve stopped by new glarus to check out the brewery. and every time i’ve stopped, it was closed. i was willing to chalk this up to bad luck, until last year, on about my 6th stop in new glarus, the damned thing was closed IN THE MIDDLE OF OKTOBERFEST. now, new glarus is one of those scary tourist towns that is so proud of its swiss heritage that all the houses are half-timbered cottages, all the souvenir stores sell “uff-da” t-shirts and swiss knickknacks, and all the waitresses wear totally spankable swiss-miss outfits (i offered prm $50 to offer our waitress $50 to spank her, but he figured that would just end with him losing $50 one way or the other.) so oktoberfest was a huge deal… totally drunken street festival! brats and beer! spotted cow was available on every street corner, but the GODDAMNED BREWERY WAS CLOSED. i think nodamnsense has been in once, on some trip that neither prm nor i went along on, so i know it *is open* sometimes, just not for me.
so now i feel as if i just completed a major life quest. i’m feeling quite powerful from the sudden bolus of experience points, and should take a moment to level up (if you don’t get the d&d reference, shame on you. you obviously weren’t as cool as i was in high school. or last week!) we went on the brewery tour, hung out in the tasting room, got new glarus tasting glasses, and a spotted cow t-shirt for nodamnsense. their lambics are to die for – i have one raspberry and one cherry hidden safely in my office, and ain’t nobody touchin them til i am no longer sharing body fluids with this stupid fetus.
anyway. hotel rooms seem to inspire children to insist that they’re not sleepy (especially hotel rooms full of wide-awake adults):
EG is about 5 minutes from falling over on top of his gameboy (though upon being carried to bed, he will insist that he’s “not that tired.”)
note the lack of bedspread on this bed! night #2, SM puked on it, which was apparently the signal for everyone to stop falling asleep and get back on the partying:
eventually, they conked out.
they slept so hard, in fact, that even getting vetresident to bang on the banjo did not rouse them (thank goodness for the extendo-room, which had 3 queen beds, one behind its own door that we could shut on the sleeping children… only to kick them back out into the main room with my parents at 3 AM, so prm and i could sleep in the next morning. awesome how that works, isn’t it?)
