Finally home, feeling totally drained. Montana was a fabulous experience but it was anything but relaxing. I just walked in the door, have a boatload of things to attend to, but first need to get some sleep. I've somehow picked up a headcold and it needs to be respected. I will carry my suitcases upstairs and take a nap.
The two most mysterious things about Montana are:
1) There are pelicans there. Flocks of 'em. I don't get it.
2) Red beer. This is a concoction made with Budweiser and tomato juice. It's what places that don't have hard liquor licenses offer you when you ask for a bloody mary. We tried it and passed it around the table. Everyone, without fail, made a somewhat gruesome face upon trying it, and then tilted their head and said, "Hmmm, it's not that bad."
Even though it is rainy here, the whole place smells like the ocean. Like home.
Tomato beer. Long served in Southern Calif as a hangover remedy. Not good on corn flakes, though.
Posted by: | July 08, 2004 at 01:19 PM
Welcome home. The sea breezes have miracle restorative powers.
Posted by: WAB | July 08, 2004 at 03:20 PM
I was surprised when I saw pelicans in Nebraska. I believe they are migratory (which would explain their presence in Nebraska - big rest area for migratory birds).
There is no place like Nebraska . . .
Posted by: | July 08, 2004 at 03:52 PM
At my mom's bar, red beer is what really annoying fat women drink.
Though I don't think there is a correlation.
Posted by: Soup | July 10, 2004 at 04:39 PM