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August 22, 2004
i got my korn on
Iím back in DC in one piece, albeit a bit worn out from the weekendís festivities. It is miraculous that I got there and back on time, as I cut it down to 5 minutes coming and going through the airports during the trip.
The weather was dry and unseasonably cool, which was just fine for me. I took a sunny roadtrip north along the Mississippi on Friday to visit a friend near Minneapolis, and took the Great River Road to get there. Along the way I found out I was approaching Pepin, Wisconsin, the birthplace of Laura Ingalls Wilder! I immediately called up Chrisafer and offered a play-by-play of my experiences, but he politely declined.
My digital camera died around this point, but I bought a disposable, and pics are to come soon from the weekend. But I stopped at the historic Laura Ingalls Wilder visitor center and bought a great hoodie tee to prove I was there. I also asked if Nellie Oleson was a real person, and they tell me that the Oleson general store still stands in Walnut Grove, Minnesota. I plan on visiting this mecca of the bad girl we all love one day.
Made it up to Hudson on my roadtrip in time for a night out for beers at the Minneapolis Eagle, followed by a cool evening boat trip with my friend. The rest of the evening was very, very nice.
Came back the next day for my class reunion, which was far more fun than I expected it to be. Since I hadnít been to one since I graduated, there was a lot of catching up to do. Apparently there was some kind of schism with the local high school population who still lived there over the exorbitant $15 cover charge for the reunion, and there were a bunch of folks who werenít there yet lived in town, but we all caught up with them later at the beer tent at the KornFest grounds.
Iíll have to say most folks are better looking in their thirties. Some of my classmates were pretty darn hot, and I even told one former cross country teammate that she was a bombshell, and she approved of the review. Everyone called me ìJimmy,î which was funny. Most people there had kids somewhere between 1 and 4 years of age or so. I got one pep talk about being single from one well-meaning classmate. ErrmmmÖthanks. There were a great many names and faces I couldnít remember, and I often felt like Alzheimerís is kicking in prematurely. After the family time was over, DJ Merrimac started spinning 80s tunes, and the beer flowed. Iím sad to say I left before one classmate pulled his dick out, which I regret missing. I also discovered why I find blue-collar, rugged looking guys so darn attractive, as that seems to be what I grew up around. Goatees, tight beer guts and camo hunting caps all around. Grrrrr!
The group migrated to the KornFest grounds under the beer tent, and I saw all sorts of people to catch up with, including my childhood bestest friend JoAnne, who probably remembers more of my childhood than I do. Also caught up with the other folks who didnít make it to the reunion. Most were friendly or at least civil, which is all I ask as Iím sure the word was out about my orientation. By then I had drank many beers, and the shouting over the canned poka music was giving me a splitting headache, so I headed home after a tray of fine freshly fried cheese curds.
Posted by jimbo at August 22, 2004 10:57 PM
Comments
They filmed Little House on the Prairie here in Tucson. The sets burned up about 9 years ago in an arson fire- all of the costumes and props too. My Ex used to roller skate with Nellie and Laura- he said Laura was the real bitch.
Posted by: homer at August 23, 2004 9:55 AM
Is that some sort of demon dog? Or is it a Chupacabra? Cause its kinda scary, with its glowing yellow eyes.
Posted by: Dax at August 23, 2004 1:32 PM
No, that's just Jed, the swamp dog. His only fearsome aspect is his sheer stupidity, and his need to walk into every body of muck-encrusted water possible.
Posted by: jimbo at August 23, 2004 1:59 PM
your fried cheese curd tales always bring a warm feeling to my heart. so, are fried cheese curds a northern wisconsin thang? because i don't think i ever encountered them down south where it was all string cheese all the time. and brats of course.
Posted by: kiri at August 23, 2004 3:28 PM
Nellie Oleson was not a real person, rather she was a mixture of several people that Laura knew growing up.
Posted by: Burl at August 23, 2004 6:28 PM
NO! SHE'S REAL!!! She lives inside me anyway.
Posted by: jimbo at August 23, 2004 8:27 PM