whiski_sour: (Dietrich explains it all)
I keep putting off updating because I'm lazy. Here's the high points:

-My first floorset went fine. I felt like an awkward doofus because I had no clue what I was doing and only knew the two people that had interviewed me, but I survived it. My next one is Wednesday.

-Speaking of Wednesday, I had tickets to a Cubs game that night and was going to go with a guy I knew from high school, but had to cancel. There are only three home games before the season ends and I really want to go to one. I might try for the Monday night game instead.

-The complications of going to the Monday night game include having to be up at 6:30 both Monday and Tuesday to get the neighbor up, ready, and to school. The first week of this went fine. The second week he suddenly developed morning diarrhea and spent ages in the bathroom until he was informed that he didn't have a choice and he was going to have to make an attempt to get through school (his grandmother's call). I don't know the kid well enough to know if he's faking, but judging by his grandma, the kid will be going to school unless he's dead. All I know is I don't feel like going through these battles every morning. The pay is good, but not that good.

-If I do want to go to the Monday night game, I've got it all worked out with Mom for the girls' Spanish lessons. At first, they quite liked seeing Aunt Kiki three days a week. Now that they've realized I'm there to learn them up, the charm has worn off. We played review games today that they really liked, so that's good. Some days are better than others.

-The way the Monday game shakes out is such: I'd have to get up at 6:30 and get the boy to school. Come home and nap. Go to Mom's and teach Spanish, leaving by 1:30. Drive to Chicago, do the park and ride to Wrigley, watch the game, park and ride back to the car, drive home. I'd get home between 12:30 and 2 depending when the game ended and I got back to my car. I would then nap and get up at 6:30 in the morning to take the boy to school. I'd then come home and nap that afternoon before floorset. So the question is can my 32 year old self run like my 22 year old self used to? I'm kind of hoping so. We'll see.

-Apple and Pork festival this weekend. Imma get me an apple donut.

The end.
whiski_sour: (fucked your shit up)
Apple and Pork was kind of a bust for me. I made a quick trip yesterday to the grounds to get a new wire ring from the same lady I've gottne them from the past couple of years, only she wasn't selling them this year. I got two other rings instead. A steal for five bucks for both and they're quite fetching.

Then I walked back, grabbed my last lemon shake-up of the year and then hit the Black Kettle stand for some bbq porkchop sandwiches and bbq sauce.

I was going to go up today (mostly for bbq ribs), but getting sick for a couple of hours in the very early morning hours and not getting much sleep, plus feeling craptastic and cranky all day put the stop on that.

Still, I didn't miss it and I got everything I'd wanted (or a reasonable second to what I wanted).

Pigs and apples are safe again for another year.
whiski_sour: (fucked your shit up)
After going to the Cubs game and staying up way too late, it took me until today to figure out what day it was.

Just in time for Apple and Pork weekend.

Which I will be too broke to enjoy.

Because of the Cubs game.

I feel this week very closely resembles a carousel.
whiski_sour: (dreamy Alex)
Had a great time today. Carrie and I took the tram down to the Homestead grounds and wandered around the flea market for a bit. I bought another wire ring. I got one last year from the same vender and just love it. Three dollars well spent.

We came back up the hill in search of food. We ended up getting a couple of the last few pieces of apple cake before it sold out. It was really good, especially since you could add your own icing.

After the cake, we went in search of an entree. We settled on a really good pulled pork sandwich and ate while listening to The Neverly Brothers play. They were awesome. If you like rockabilly, you'd love them. They put on a great show.

After going through the museum gift shop, talking to DaLette and Jessika at the mansion, and getting Carrie a ceramic cup, we decided it was time to wrap it up. We went through one more craft tent, got some apple doughnuts, checked out the tomahawk throwing (we would have hung around there a little longer but there was some crazy dude wandering around making things a little awkward), and headed home.

We walked down Center street instead of taking the tram because we both wanted a lemon shake-up and I had promised my aunt that I'd stop by her booth. I told Carrie she could take the tram, but she chose to tough it out.

I've made the Center street walk to and from the Homestead since I was a kid. Back in my day, we didn't have no tram. That walk always felt so long. Today, despite being tired from all of the walking we did, was the shortest it ever felt.

I guess that means I'm finally growing up.
whiski_sour: (pleased)
We got a late start today, partially due to the rain. The other part was due to laziness.

Anyway, we only wandered around uptown and beyond today, scoping things out.

There are food and merchandise booths all over the square, in the Save-A-Lot parking lot, and lining the sidewalks on both sides of North Center all the way to the Homestead grounds. Carrie and I wandered through them. Sometimes there's good stuff; lots of times it looks like a rummage sale gone wild. There was one booth that had nothing but Avon stuff. I'm pretty sure some of the eyeshadow was genuinely from the early 80's, judging by the colors and condition of the applicators.

Three teenagers pretending to be a band were set up and playing in someone's front yard. They were not necessarily good. There was a dog taking a shit behind them. I think that says it all.

On the walk back to the Square, Carrie and I decided to split a deep fried candy bar. It was a first time for both of us and I'm happy to say that we both survived. I figured the undeniable bad-for-you-ness would kill us instantly. It was pretty good, but there's no way I could make a habit out of eating them.

Not a bad short trip today. We'll hit the Homestead grounds tomorrow. That's when we'll get our grub on in earnest. I'm looking forward to some applesauce donuts and pulled pork sandwiches.

Right now I'm looking forward to some relaxation and dinner. Unfortunately, I have to fend for myself for dinner tonight. Bleh.
whiski_sour: (girly)
The Apple and Pork Festival is this weekend. According to an article in the newspaper, they're adding some new attractions this year to go with the rope making and lace making and tractors.

One of those attractions is tomahawk throwing. People will be demonstrating it and people will get a chance to learn how to do it.

I might look into doing that. It appeals to me love of weaponry and violence. Well, I imagine they're picky about what direction you throw the tomahawk in, so it's only the illusion of violence in this case.

Seriously, I've seen the people at the Apple and Pork. Thousands of people go every year (they're anticipating 80,000-100,000 if the weather is good...which is way more than I thought ever went) and not all of them are quality.

There's no way there will not be an incident.

It's all fun and games until somone gets a tomahawk to the face. Just saying.
whiski_sour: (dreamy Alex)
Carrie and I headed up earlier today and caught the tram to the grounds from the Square.

After messing with the police (Dad and Bristow both had to work today) and speaking with a few family members who came up from Decatur (Buster and Shug...we fancy nicknames), we set off to check out the vendors. I splurged and bought myself a two dollar wire ring and a fan for fifty cents. Carrie bought a fan, too, but it broke, so I shared mine. It was a little warm walking around today.

There was a lot of really neat stuff, like ornaments made out of lightbulbs and ironwork art. And there were a couple of places that looked like a garage sale. Awesome.

After that we set off to find food.

On the Homestead grounds, it's all apples and/or pork. And since it was Sunday, some places were sold out (no apple cider or apple fritters, dammit). I got a pork cutlet sandwich and Carrie had her first pulled pork sandwich (both were very yummy).

We toured the C.H. Moore Mansion and Museum. I haven't been in it since I was a kid (I could say I went in there twenty years ago and be close to right) and Carrie had never been and it was only three bucks. I'm glad I went back as an adult because there's stuff in there I couldn't have appreciated as a kid (like original flooring and furniture from the 1800's...and that library...amazing).

The basement is where the museum is and it's got all of this WWI and WWII stuff like guns and helmets and other gear. It's also got a section devoted to Abe Lincoln (of course, he's big in the state and big in our town).

We chatted a bit with DaLette who was working the tour (it's an on-you-own tour, but they have people stationed around to offer information). She was wearing a vintage 1800's outfit that she found in a box at a flea market. She even wrote a book about it.

We left the mansion in search of something apple. Can't have pork without apple at the Apple and Pork. We settled for applesauce spice doughnuts. And it was far from settling. They were fantastic.

After running through another tent across the street where Carrie bought a scarf, we got another lemon shake-up (which was probably the best one I've ever had) and rode the tram back to the Square and walked home.

And thus ends a very successful Apple and Pork Festival.

I'm exhausted. Heh.
whiski_sour: (not bad)
Apple and Pork started today here in town. For those of you playing the home game, it's like a giant craft fair heavily featuring food that takes over the town and attracts 50,000 outsiders. It's impossible to drive anywhere during daylight hours.

Anyway, as Carrie has never been and I haven't been in a few years, we trucked up this afternoon to walk around a bit. We never made it to the actual grounds by the C.H. Moore Homestead (where like 200 vendors set up); we just walked around the square and by the old junior high.

Carrie is baffled by our love of pork tenderloins and walleye and the lack of sugar waffles. She didn't know what ribbon potatoes or river rat potatoes were. I'm doing my best to educate her.

I ended up getting an onion blossom and she got chicken strips and we both got a lemon shake-up (I introduced her to the wonder of those little drinks during Maydays back in May). For dessert, we had homemade ice cream. Oh! That was the best.

Tomorrow, we'll be going to the grounds. DaLette is supposed to be working the museum tomorrow, so we'll stop by and say hi before traipsing all over hell looking for goodies.

I'm going to need my beauty rest.

[livejournal.com profile] one_more_cherry, I'll catch you on AIM next week, okay?

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