Poems … We got poems
___________ Pate Haiku Canard in a can melt-in-mour mouth force fed duck Don't eat the cat food _____________ Wily Willy Weekend -Words and music by: Shakey Willy Wordsmith (aka Muddy Mississippi Mike Mikottis) The Wily Willy Weekend Willy stay, or will he go? The written words we're speakin' We stole from him- don't you know? Come for the cabin fever Maybe stay to see the show The Wily Willy Weekend We just say the things the play But it's more a stage we're going through Playing here on this fine day Hard to say just what is Normal Until you've [...]
Why We Love Weekend
Quote Whore Quotes X: Cedar Valley Lodge: Now with Clam Pit! (Beth) It's Worth the Mosquitoes (Beth) Something to do when you really don't have anything else to occupy your time (Steve) Brought out the hunter in me (Melissa) Ejaculating quote whores welcome! (Mike) More fun than a Dane County Farmer
Top This: The Official Weekend X Top Ten
Top Ten for 2010. 1) Q. You mean there are drinks that don't have alcohol in them? A. Yes, those are called "mixers". (Mike with the Q. Hage with the A.) 2) Bivalves don't wear hats. (Chris deconstructing "Clam, I Am." From Steve.) 3) I've been in your underwear for 15 minutes (Mary Jo to brother John; a reference to the scavenger hunt, mind you. From Steve.) 4) Smell Cap Bone. (John Hoffman's charades clue -- sounds like Al Capone. From Beth) 5) I picked up a clam with my sausage. (Said Kurt. From Beth.) 6) How many soldiers is [...]
From the Customer Evaluation Form
Quote whoring: You can visit Wisconsin and leave your firearms at home. (Andrea) I've participated in Weekends of all kinds in my adult career. This sets the standard for Williams. Tour de force! (Deb) Who's in charge of all this chaos? We are tramps for the trampoline (Steve) All the karaoke you can stand! (Beth) We made it to single digit. (Bryan) My unspeakable erotic fetish (customers were guaranteed anonymity): It's only once a year. (Mike) As seen on TV! (Rosenkrantz) The soft flesh just below the last rib bone. (Andrea) Well, first I order some shoes from Zappos. Then [...]
Tell the Muses what you really think of them
Friday is I Can't Believe It's Not Poetry Night. The winner (chosen by the audience, usually without regard to skill or sobriety on anyoneís part) is named Malvolian of the Year and earns a minimally interesting gift award. Any form of poetry is acceptable, though the Homeric Epic has been largely discouraged. One may wish to study previous entries for inspiration, or perhaps as a form of aversion therapy. Among favorite forms for Weekenders have been: The Haiku. Three lines (5 syllables, then 7, then 5 again) with no need to rhyme. The last line is often zany. Special credit [...]
The “Weekend’s Got No Talent” Contest
There's no doubt, lined up side to side and head to toe, we Weekenders have just as much talent as any randomly chosen cross-section of any Westernized nation. Let's prove that to ourselves! Contest Rules Rules for the first annual Weekend's Got No Talent Contest are very simple. Just plan on getting in front of the group, and start performing. Music, acrobatics, oratory, origami, humming through an unexpected orifice: Whatever you think will win you the smallest amount of derision. Everyone will get up to ten minutes (and no fewer than nine) to impress the audience. We'll all take turns [...]
Clams and more
The Weekend highlight will be Saturday's authentic clambake. Weekenders Mike and Bryan are taking the lead for us. We'll probably hit local eateries Friday and Saturday afternoon and figure out a breakfast strategy. More to follow closer to W-Day.
Hither/Thither
Shall we meet up at Hoffman House on Friday (the 13th) at 10 in the morning? Plenty of diversions shall usher us up to the lodge. Feel free to use this blog for other travel related discussions, too, for example, who wants to drive? Plus when are people coming home?