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August 14, 2005

Mmmmm...Bambi.

Yesterday morning the husband and I had the distinct pleasure of having breakfast with a gentleman you, my devoted Cake Eater Readers, will know from the comments section of this here blog as Russ from Winterset.

Russ, as has been established, is a biker. As in motorcycles. Not the sort you pedal yourself. In September he's going to ride from Winterset, of course, to New York for the Iowa State/Army game. Since this is something of a long ride, and as a biker you must have your, erm, ass in shape (read as "toughened up") for said long ride, he's making day trips here and there to get his bum readied for this pilgrimage. His first trip was to the Twin Cities and we met up for some yummy pancakes here.

It was a distinct pleasure to finally meet Russ, who is a very amiable and funny guy. We sat and chatted about Iowa State, our various adventures on campus, blogs, shooting fireworks out of dorm windows and not getting caught, and other stuff until the waitresses were starting to give us the hairy eye, because we'd turned into a pack of campers. Before that, however, Russ bestowed upon us some sausage made from Bambi's remains.

When I asked the waitress for a carrying bag, she enviously eyed my venison. I think maybe she was hoping I'd leave one of the sausages for her with her tip. Didn't happen, obviously. I am so happy Russ made the effort to bring us this venison. When he asked if I wanted any, he said something to the effect, "Don't worry about leaving us short...this is like us having extra tomatoes and giving them away." What I failed to think about, however, was the difficult logistics of getting a cooler strapped onto a bike. Whoops. I used to be pretty thoughtful about this sort of thing, but I'd completely forgotten how much of a pain it can be to haul things via motorcycles. So, thanks, Russ for the making the extra effort to clean out your freezer! We surely do appreciate it the pain and suffering you went through to bring us some Bambi!

For those of you who are wondering if my frosty beer made an appearance at our first meeting. Sadly, I have to report that I did not get to meet my beer, as she would not have fit into Russ' already-full backpack and cooler. (You can only carry so much, eh?) But hopefully she will sojourn to New York for the Army game. Russ made no promises, but I sincerely hope she makes it there. A cross-country trip could be such a fantastic learning experience for my beer.

Posted by: Kathy at 01:40 PM | Comments (6) | Add Comment
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1 Mmmm! I really love venison, but I've never tried it in sausage form. I'm sure it'll be yummy though.

Posted by: Ith at August 14, 2005 02:19 PM (v/kBF)

2 Excellent call on the Edina Grill, Kathy. The pancakes were delicious. Hubby's directions were also good, and I only got SLIGHTLY lost once on the way to White Bear Lake (turned off on Hwy 36 from 635 about 3 miles before I should have). I ended up taking 35 East home Saturday afternoon, and the traffic wasn't too bad. Funny thing, the closest I came to becoming "bumper sushi" the whole weekend was Sunday noon in Ames. I had lunch at Welch Avenue Station, and was coming North down Lynn when some brunette bimbo with Illinois plates on a red Mitsubishi made a left turn RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME. I had to lock up my rear tire to keep from hitting her, and she pretended not to hear the screeching and the honking that ensued when I finally got stopped. Sometimes, I wish I could carry a framing hammer in a holster mounted on the tank so I could "diplomatically register my disdain for the alleged skills of some drivers".

Posted by: Russ from Winterset at August 14, 2005 09:00 PM (6krEN)

3 Lemme guess, she was coming out of the Kappa Kappa Gamma house? Or is this your clever way of telling me that it was a Theta that almost killed you?

Posted by: Kathy at August 14, 2005 09:09 PM (QKvIa)

4 Nope, she was coming from the West into that tee intersection just South of Lincoln Way. There was an Explorer turning South onto Lynn at the same time she was turning North, so maybe that blocked her view of my approach. No sympathy from moi, since one of the basic rules of driving is to NOT PULL OUT INTO AN INTERSECTION UNTIL YOU CAN SEE IF IT'S CLEAR. I don't know how to make it any clearer. I didn't see any sorority stickers on her rear window, so I can't assume anything on that front.

Posted by: Russ from Winterset at August 14, 2005 10:10 PM (6krEN)

5 Oh, and just so your devoted readers don't think any less of you, the cooler I used was a softsided carrier, so it was a snap to attach it to the handlebars. Really, it was no big whoop.

Posted by: Russ from Winterset at August 14, 2005 10:14 PM (6krEN)

6 Of course I am jealous that I was not Russ's first Blogger meeting

--but I am really glad you fellow ISU alumni had a great time! (Russ: You will be happy to know that NO cooler is required when you pull in to Philly...I don't do Bambi! LOL) Glad you all had fun!