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Aug. 31st, 2006 05:40 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
stormdogI bought a wash machine from a skinny automotive mechanic with buzz-cut hair that allowed the kanji tattoos on the sides of his head to show through. Much as was the case while I was on the phone with him, he was a hard person to get to stop talking. Nice enough guy, even though Moira said she thought he might be a meth addict.
Our trip down to Plainfield was revelatory too. We found a real live Food-4-Less grocery store. It's like has long vanished from our north-woods little town of Kenosha, but it's memory lives on in the strangely kids-with-a-camcorder-like commercials on my old taped episodes of Mystery Science Theatre 3000. Having been tempted by this mysterious grocery laden mecca in these tales of old, Moira decided that the chance to see the insides of this palace of comestible purveyance could not be passed up.
We'd been in the store for all of three minutes when I said "Wow. It's a grocery store. Let's go."
My mate quickly saw the wisdom of my words, and we were back to the road, and to our original goal that guided us off the highway in the first place: food!
We passed on the fabulous cuisine promised by the grandiosely named 'El Magnifico Burrito'' and the mysterious house of delights known only as ''Chedder's' to indulge me in one of my life-long dreams; to visit the third-shift shrine called 'Denny's'.
Yes, I'll admit it; I'd never in my life been to a Denny's. I'd long heard whispers of this haven for high-school and college geeks who were looking for a night out of their parents' basement to play Dungeons and Dragons until the morning shift workers finally kicked them out of their overnight home, but I'd never been there.
My thoughts upon finally sampling the wonder, the legend, that is Denny's? The superbird is pretty good, but the chocolate milkshakes seem to be lacking a certain unplaceable something. Oh well.
Should it still need to be noted, my mate and I were very silly through the entire course of our trip, and much reminiscing was done about previous excursions. We have decided; a road trip very much needs to happen soon. I have a couple plans that are ruminating in my mind in wait of a month or two after Andrea has started drawing her new paycheck and we can afford to do something on a weekend beyond going out to the corner diner.
For the present though, I'm going to spend tonight hauling the old wash machine upstairs where it will be deposited next to the remnants of our dryer. That will be followed by bringing the new wash machine downstairs where I will connect all it's fun hoses and other periphera. Then, we'll start whittling down the mountains of clothes on our bedroom floor while we both work on cleaning up other parts of the house along with. We want to get the house cleaned up in case people come by after faire this weekend. I have sixty or eighty clothes hangers in the car, purchased during my trip to Big Lots with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
serinthia, that are just waiting to be put to use.
And last but not least: heyposicat; still up for doing something Friday after work? I'll give you a call tonight when I get home. Still stuck at work right now though, so not sure exactly when that's going to be. Hopefully I'll be leaving soon...
Our trip down to Plainfield was revelatory too. We found a real live Food-4-Less grocery store. It's like has long vanished from our north-woods little town of Kenosha, but it's memory lives on in the strangely kids-with-a-camcorder-like commercials on my old taped episodes of Mystery Science Theatre 3000. Having been tempted by this mysterious grocery laden mecca in these tales of old, Moira decided that the chance to see the insides of this palace of comestible purveyance could not be passed up.
We'd been in the store for all of three minutes when I said "Wow. It's a grocery store. Let's go."
My mate quickly saw the wisdom of my words, and we were back to the road, and to our original goal that guided us off the highway in the first place: food!
We passed on the fabulous cuisine promised by the grandiosely named 'El Magnifico Burrito'' and the mysterious house of delights known only as ''Chedder's' to indulge me in one of my life-long dreams; to visit the third-shift shrine called 'Denny's'.
Yes, I'll admit it; I'd never in my life been to a Denny's. I'd long heard whispers of this haven for high-school and college geeks who were looking for a night out of their parents' basement to play Dungeons and Dragons until the morning shift workers finally kicked them out of their overnight home, but I'd never been there.
My thoughts upon finally sampling the wonder, the legend, that is Denny's? The superbird is pretty good, but the chocolate milkshakes seem to be lacking a certain unplaceable something. Oh well.
Should it still need to be noted, my mate and I were very silly through the entire course of our trip, and much reminiscing was done about previous excursions. We have decided; a road trip very much needs to happen soon. I have a couple plans that are ruminating in my mind in wait of a month or two after Andrea has started drawing her new paycheck and we can afford to do something on a weekend beyond going out to the corner diner.
For the present though, I'm going to spend tonight hauling the old wash machine upstairs where it will be deposited next to the remnants of our dryer. That will be followed by bringing the new wash machine downstairs where I will connect all it's fun hoses and other periphera. Then, we'll start whittling down the mountains of clothes on our bedroom floor while we both work on cleaning up other parts of the house along with. We want to get the house cleaned up in case people come by after faire this weekend. I have sixty or eighty clothes hangers in the car, purchased during my trip to Big Lots with
serinthia, that are just waiting to be put to use.And last but not least: hey
posicat; still up for doing something Friday after work? I'll give you a call tonight when I get home. Still stuck at work right now though, so not sure exactly when that's going to be. Hopefully I'll be leaving soon...
