One Evening in Wisconsin

The day started off normal for your average metrosexual. MP, MPS, and I went shopping. We first headed off to DSW... a shoe store.

MP immediately bought three pairs of shoes then disappeared. MPS tried on 18 pairs of shoes, then settled on three. Me, the all-male-metro, resisted the urge and only bought one pair of Rockports. Fantastic!

Next we went to Trader Joe's. Once in the store, I quickly got chilled to the bone. It was obvious I was not from Minnesota since the natives were in shorts and t-shirts and they were sweating. I think it's all the muktuk they eat.

Before heading home, we hit Pei Wei. It's an Asian food eatery. The food was pretty good. I would eat there again. MPS drank three glasses of iced tea, which caused her to chat non-stop for the next three hours.

Once back home, MP called. She was in Wisconsin and told us to come on over. After a jog and a shower, MPS and I drove over to Burps' house over the St. Croix River.

For those of you that don't remember, Burps is the tiny woman who belches and swears like this: God bless America! Frick!



Where am I?


Ah, Hudson, WI. Seems we've happen upon a festival of sorts.



So Hudson is right on the St. Croix.





Fishing, boats, and beer. Fishing optional.

"You got a purdy mouth."

and I moved along...


"Want to enter the raffle," asked some Wisconsinite.

"Do I have to be present to win," I queried back.

"Nope."

"OK. I'll buy a ticket."

The guy then took down my contact information, being extra careful when he wrote down my phone number.

I spoke as clear as I could, "***-***-nine tree five *."

"Haha tree," MP laughed.

"Whatever. I'll be the one laughing when I win the car," I answered back.

"Yeah, and you'll pay for the shipping."

"Then I'll just take the $25,000. I'm sure it cost way less to ship cash across the country than a car."


Burps, MPS, and me. We were eating at some nice restaurant overlooking the river.


MP ordered some cheese curds. Deep fried cheese. The world's most unhealthy food. MPS said it was a major cause of the heftiness of the MN women.

After dinner, we decided to work off the calories by walking to the fair and playing...


BINGO!

Hahaha! I so became lower middle class. You can see who the amateur is. I could only handle one card at a time.


Burps won. MP won. I got jack. Hell, one round I only got one number before someone got bingo.