Monday, July 17, 2017

Saturday Road Trip.

I woke up to the alarm at 7:00 a.m. I ate some toast and ate my pills. Then I shaved, showered and got dressed.

I dressed in long pants instead of my Puerto Rican shorts as it was cool out. I went outside and sat on the bird house bench, waiting for Amanda.

We were going to the Wyandotte Street Art Fair. But, first, breakfast!

She arrived and we headed out.


We ate at Gest Omelettes, just down Plymouth Road before Beech Daly. She had scrambled eggs and hash browns, with white toast. I figured, hey, it's an omelet joint, right? So, I ordered the Southern Omelet, hash browns and rye toast.

Mine was good and I ate about half of it before my stomach said: Enough!!!

She insisted on paying and, since I am unemployed, I gave in.

Then we headed out. We got stuck in traffic with a bad accident trying to get on the Southfield freeway. But then we were on our way again.

While we were driving, I told her the amusing (I thought) story of me stuck on the grass yesterday. She was not amused. She was pissed. She said, "Why in the f*ck didn't you call me?" I explained I was working outside and don't carry my phone. She said, unless I was going to get a Life Alert necklace, I better start. Good point, I suppose...

When we were almost there, my stomach was acting up, so I told her the first thing we had to do when we got there was to find a bathroom. She said, "I'll find you a bathroom" and she did! We pulled into a Wendy's and I used their facilities.

When we arrived, I paid the $5.00 parking field and we walked over to the fair.

Sidebar: In my mind, I thought it would be like the ones we had in St. Clair: On the grass, in a park,with some 50 or 60 vendors. We'd take a stroll, check it out and then leave.

No, this was on Biddle Avenue, a city street, some five blocks long with hundreds of vendors and thousands of people.



 Then we started walking, or rather shuffling.There were too many people to take a decent step (I think that's what did me in). I occasionally took photos of things that interested me.


This one was oil on canvas and, had I the money, I would have bought it. Beautiful!!!

These were all done with spray paint!






At one point, we stopped and got some fresh-squeezed lemonade that was deliciously refreshing. By then it was hot in the sun.

Anyway, we walked, and walked and walked. Just after turning back, my knees started to give out. I kept stumbling. At one point, she had to grab my arm to keep me from going down.

Note to self: Next time bring the rolling walker, not just the damn cane.

Near the end, she asked somebody going the other way what they were eating. She was behind me and so I didn't hear their response. I asked her about it and she said "Strudel! And it's just ahead!!!"

Sidebar: I don't know shit about strudel.

But we finally made it to the strudel tent and she bought half a piece of cherry (they had apple and something else as well). We had until they got it out of the oven. She offered me some, but I declined. Too much sugar. It looked like puff pastry, wrapped around cherry pie filling and then dusted with powdered sugar.

She kept moaning as she ate it, until I thought she might have an orgasm.



We finally (FINALLY) made it to the car and I gratefully sat down. Amanda still had some strudel left, so she said she was going to throw it away before we left. She asked again if I wanted it. At first I said no, then I said, okay, one bite.

OMG! That was the best damn dessert item I ever tasted! No orgasm, but I definitely moaned.


We made three stops on the way home. One at her place in Dearborn (so I could go pee) and two at yard sales (the girl is a yard sale junkie). On the other hand, she spent just $12 on twelve t-shirts for her son's next school term, so I guess it's worth it.

We were slowed by a major accident on the Southfield, just a mile from our exit onto I-96.

But, we finally got home. We sat on the patio to decompress while she smoked a cigarette. Then we made our goodbyes and she was gone.

I took an extra Celebrex, took my clothes off and went to bed. It was 4:30 p.m.

Now, here's the sad thing. I had a private, personal invitation to a birthday party for Victoria's brother Luis that started at 5:00 p.m. It's been a long time since I've seen these folks or ate that delicious food! But, I got the invite on Friday, when Wyandotte was already locked and loaded. I told Vicky at the time I was already booked, but I would see what I could do.

But, there was nothing I could do. I was trashed.

Dammit!

My daughter, Melissa called (we had been playing phone tag for the last few days) We talked for a long time.

Then I went to sleep.

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