Category: O’Folks
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bus route
I’m pretty sure My Darling B would agree with me when I say that Wednesday night we had the most fun during Madison Craft Beer Week, starting with our visit to Natt Spil for dinner and a couple glasses of beer from New Belgium Brewery. From there, we went up Pinckney Street to The Old… Read.
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expansive
My Darling B and I stopped at Java Cat on the way home last night for gelato. That’s Italian for ice cream. You, as not only a regular reader but a rabid fan of my drivel will no doubt remember, I cannot ingest dairy products without dire consequences, unless I dose myself with enzymes. That’s… Read.
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Maurice Sendak
Ten years from now, or maybe as little as five, really, I may not remember where I was or what I was doing when I heard the news that Maurice Sendak had died, but I hope I’ll always be able to recall some of the happiest moments of my life, and that I could live… Read.
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wonky-bonky
Bonkers got his purr back this morning. Actually, he did more than just purr, he went full-goose bozo on me, rubbing his ears against the edge of the table and sticking his hinder up in the air, begging me to pat it, so I did. Even so, I had to pick him up and put… Read.
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sidecar
Stepping out from the patio after dinner at Mickey’s Tavern last night, we spotted this amazing tandem bike with attached sidecar and had to stop to take a good, long look at it. It appeared to be largely home made, and the side car was equipped with an electric motor to give an added assist… Read.
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between
After Monsieur Lazhar, My Darling B and I stopped in at The Icon to relax between shows with a couple glasses of wine and maybe a few tapas for snacks. Okay, this has been bugging me all night: What’s the correct plural for tapas, anybody? Or is that already a plural? Wait, I’ll check the… Read.
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13th
We celebrated Friday the 13th with not just the usual one, but TWO special events, and they were so conveniently close to one another we walked across the street to get from the first to the second. Sweet. The first event was, as My Darling B so eloquently describes it, Two Rubes Dine Fancy Night.… Read.
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BMAG
I ate the tastiest meatball sandwich for dinner last night. We swung by the Alchemy Cafe because it was Thursday, and on Thursday nights I’m in charge of coming up with the dinner, so I usually come up with the suggestion to stop at Alchemy. We have yet to be disappointed by anything we’ve eaten… Read.
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awful
Almost twenty-two hours after tickets went on sale for the Wisconsin Film Fest, My Darling B is still trying to get tickets to a couple of the shows we wanted to see. One of them is sold out, but she’s so darn sure she ought to have tickets to it that she’s written to one… Read.
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wakey-wakey
Boo has apparently come to the conclusion that we should not sleep in on Saturdays. Every weekday morning, I get out of bed at five o’clock, start the coffee pot, take a shower, eat breakfast. She doesn’t pay any attention at all to me then, but on Saturday mornings, starting as early as six o’clock,… Read.
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