Category: My Darling B
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epic journey!
I don’t know if you realize this, but a historic journey of heroic proportions was completed yesterday. I’m talking, of course, about the bike ride My Darling B took with me all the way around Lake Monona. This 12-mile trip is probably longer than she’s ever traveled on her bike in one day. I knew Read.
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wink at the moon
I have a strange confession for a space geek to make: I have only the sketchiest idea where I was, and no memory of what I was doing, when Neil Armstrong took his first step on the moon. I’m pretty sure I was in Marquette, Michigan when it happened, but I have no memory of Read.
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Happy Anniversary B!
It’s our anniversary, My Darling B reminded me when she kissed me good morning today, but when she tried to figure out how long it’s been, she found it was way too early in the day for her to do the math in her head, and had to go with her gut feeling. “It feels Read.
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whoopsie
“Would you like to meet me at Glass Nickel after work?” I asked My Darling B by text message late yesterday afternoon. She answered “OK!” about a half-hour later, just as I was packing up my saddle bags in preparation for leaving the office. I changed into shorts and a summery shirt, headed out the Read.
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Brewers vs Phillies
My Darling B and I took a little trip to Milwaukee yesterday afternoon to see our first Brewer’s game ever, courtesy of the good folks at Hop Head Beer Tours, who provided transportation and plenty of beer, which was not only freshly-brewed in the kettles at the Vintage Brewing Company but was poured by one Read.
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great!
It’s the Great Taste of the Midwest! (I’m typing this entry now because I’ll be far too toasted to hit the right keys in the right order after we come home from the event.) My Darling B and I went out to Crema Cafe for a pre-tasting breakfast so we’d have a solid cushion of Read.
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harvest
Rain began to fall as we stepped out of the parking garage on North Webster to walk to Harvest, the last restaurant we had reservations for during Madison’s Restaurant Week. We were both so unfamiliar with the feeling of water falling out of the skies on our heads that we froze in confused indecision and Read.
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martini
Capitol Chophouse is da bomb and I’ll tell you why: They mix the best martini I’ve ever drunk anywhere. The Chophouse was our second stop on this week’s tour of restaurants for Madison Magazine’s Restaurant Week, our semi-annual trip around some of the finer restaurants in the area or, as we like to think of Read.
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stoned2
I’ve been to House On The Rock once before we went on our family outing last week with Sean. Many, many moons ago, when I was just a dorky beanpole teenager instead of a dorky beanpole middle-aged guy, my mom and dad stopped there during a family vacation, probably a weekend camping trip, but to Read.
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stoned
My Darling B and I took Sean on a day trip to see The House On The Rock yesterday. “It’s something everyone has to do when they go to Wisconsin, and we haven’t done it yet,” she explained. So, in spite of a tiny bit of reluctance I may have detected from Sean, we jumped Read.
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