5.29.2003
At 23:52 Thea Gilien writes:
What I wanted most before Catherine and I hit the road was a meal with the nearest
and dearest and then dessert at the home of my mother, Nancy. It was, indeed, a fine
meal at the Red Hen Cantina (the sign says "original", though we found ourselves in
an entirely new location). I wanted food from an authentic Mexican kitchen, as I
imagine it will be difficult to find same in Dublin....
A pretty evening outside and the usual lively suspects. It was during the second round
of margarita pitchers, I decreed that everyone had to come up with a limerick to be
recited over chocolate bread pudding and coffee. And boy did they! But before we get
to the creativity of the following limericks (and haiku - bonus!), a big shout-out to my
ma, who produced a lovely evening as the only hostess whom I aspire to match.
Right - here they are:
Chris Thorpe
There was young girl named T. Gilien
Who dreamed often of 4 million,
She wandered to Ireland
To get her mission better manned
What happened next you can fillien.
Chris Thorpe
snow is general
we swim in drifts all lifetime
flakes, avalanche, ice
whiteouts are frequent for rest
find an air pocket to breathe
don't come back 'til spring
Tori Jacobs & Davin Beaverhausen Thrasher
There once was a girl with red hair
Who's greatest care was to Nair,
Now off to an isle
Of green hills and smiles
Pints and gents everywhere.
(no, I will not be posting the unexpurged version)
Bob Bancroft
There was a young woman named Thea
Who had quite a bold ida,
To Ireland I'll fly
My new life is neigh
I'll find there what I'll yet be-a.
Nancy Gilien
There was a child, Thea Gilien
Who's dad proclaimed "one in a million"
Who's mother agreed
But "better yet", she decreed
Why not a convent in Ireland?
Rob Thorpe couldn't seem to stop:
There once was a redhead named Thea
Who was struck by a singular idea:
Live fast, play hard,
Put the world on its guard,
And then when the bills come, say "see ya."
**
A certain young lady, Thea by name,
Aspired to the most specific of fame,
As a hostess with flair
And jageuse extraordinaire
And as one who could never be tame.
**
Cat and Thea -- two roadtrip fanatics,
Surfing AM, cursing at static,
Accelerating, drinking and gambling,
O'er the world they are rambling
While breaking up in laughter spasmatic.
**
Lagavulin Scotch
Bushmills Best Irish Whiskey
Pints of black Guinness.
**
Peat, heath, grey rocks and wide clouds
Winding cobbled village streets
And welcoming pubs.
**
C:
A gutter at dawn --
Soggy chips in spilled Guinness
Christ I feel like shit.
**
R:
When you smell like stale vomit
Even sunrise is ugly.
Now back to my flat.
Rob concludes:
"there's almost a sense of progression from one haiku to the next even - neat!"
5.26.2003
At 11:02 Catherine Thorpe writes:
Trip funds:
$250 flamenco costume
$140 wedding ceremony
$130 catering gig
$520 TOTAL
Oh yeah, and 4 million dollars.
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Read the Heartland 2003(TM) archives
"Itinerary"
Ha ha ha -- riiiiiiight
June 9-10 at the fabulous Imperial Palace Hotel/Casino, Las Vegas
Note: Itinerary after this point subject to change when we win ... $4 MILLION!
June 11 at the Best Western Horizon in Grand Junction
Rationale: We must schedule to leave Vegas or we won't.
June 12-18 in the Heartland
June 18: Chicago! Cha!!!
Coolio
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