UMTravels

Something must be working up here at the bush… got more comments in the last two days than I’ve had in months!

So, we pick up the saga from yesterday morning (though I did check email last night as well, instead of going to the fashion show/auction). After yesterday’s blog and email morning session, Roushdi and I headed into town (that would be Detroit) for what I would call a decadent lunch. Well, he had the bacon blue cheeseburger with a salad — mine was the decadent one. A Reuben, a cup of clam chowder to dip it in (it was Friday after all), and a couple of Gin and Tonics… served by this delightful sprite of a young man with multiple diamond (or zirconium) studs in each ear — not your usual Detroit waiter at a diner.

Tempting as a nap was it was off to Devil’s Hole to get all my little (well, not that little) fleshy parts all pink. By three it was time for the nap before cocktail hour which started a little past four.

The silly faeries have drunken me out of wine, and replaced it with various vodkas and rums. Luckily, Mark and Onyx brought me a bottle of the Glen Morainge Port Wood Finish (scotch) that I have stashed away just for me me me. I’m quite enjoying interacting with the faeries in measured doses this summer. Lots of quiet time for me and contemplation. And when not contemplating, there is always that stack of New Yorkers to get through (like its a chore!) Though I have been getting interesting comments like… “Uncle Markie, there you are — I hadn’t heard any salacious rumors and I was worried” and “I haven’t seen much of you this gathering” — reminds me of when my mother ran away around her fiftieth wedding anniversary to the monastery in California for a week, and when she was checking out, the monk said “we haven’t heard much from you this week” (she was taking her meals in the silent hall)…. her reply was “Yes, thank you.”

Today’s agenda is as uncomplicated as the others. Swimming at the hole after lunch (here) if the sun is out, wandering around reading the New Yorker, maybe going to the talent/no-talent show tonight, or not.

Tomorrow I’ll be out early since I have a cocktail date at three with this sexy man (oh yeah, and his wife) and dinner at 6pm which I’d like to make bread for. Guess I’ll be out right after breakfast and take the back road to Portland — a lovely drive on Highway 46 through the woods. So, tomorrow’s post will be late. Sorry.