September 29, 2008

An Iowa Adventure

Ok, so maybe we didn't vanquish any supervillians or rescue any whales, but the journey Sharon and I took to Iowa this past weekend was highlighted by a feat of taste: pork ribs at the Irish Democrat.

This bar and food joint was flavorful in more ways then one, and I kept half expecting to see Wilson or Wheeler. But I am digressing from my account of the weekend...

Sharon and I set out after work on Friday, our four and a half hour trip joyously soundtracked by Tally Hall's Banana Man. After a brief experience at the Worst Exit In Existence, we eventually arrived at the Ice House. While the new abode of Scholl and Anna has many great properties (ie. it's well-stocked fridge), it was itself not unlike a Canadian province in climate.

Fortunately Ice Cave history was preserved and numerous coverings were available for those less acclimated. General merriment was had by all, and plans were laid to do very little and enjoy it even more.

Saturday morning dawned with Moore hungry and in search of Donuts. With minor prompting Scholl shortly joined an excursion, with delicious (and coconut-clad) results. Further festivities involved card games in which a Scholl-directed swarm of zombies conquered all comers.

From this death-defying diversion we proceeded to the aforementioned Democrat to devour delicious dishes of demonstrable delectableness. We were joined by Clint in this endeavor, although we nearly lost him on the return to the Scholl's. The afternoon passed in pleasant conversation until the appointed hour arrived and we departed to see the true reason for our entire junket.

A brief stop at Papa Murphy's (pizza creators par excellence) did not long delay us in our arrival at the Scott's. We were greeted by the entire Scott Family (now a certifiable tribe) as well and Caleb and Morgan.

The new arrivals were small, cute, quiet, and burped gently when stroked (the babies, not the Moores). They also had a great deal of hair (again, the babies). Pictures should be forthcoming once I figure out how to unload my camera. The mother seemed in good spirits. Scott particularly stood out as an extremely tender father. Kaylee and Wren seemed more interested in eating then seeing Sharon and I, but I can hardly blame them for their peerless priorities. If I have my names right, Kaylee was already exhibiting tendencies of exuberant engagement, while Wren sought peace and quiet. They were extremely awesome (and so was the Papa Murphy's Pizza we proceeded to eat.)

We said our goodbyes before it got too late, and headed back to the Scholl's. Sunday, after a lunch with our gracious hosts and Ardith and a very large black spider, we set out for Milwaukee.

That's our weekend adventure. Don't miss next weekend's adventure: Leatherwood comes to Milwaukee! Standing room only. Must be 18 or older, or accompanied by an adult.

Posted by Moore at September 29, 2008 01:47 PM