Today's itinerary, in retrospect
Today Rich and I went out. We do this periodically--usually closer to Christmas. Of course, this "out" was related to our trip. We had several stops.
Our first stop was at Arby's, where we met Sandy Hamilton. She had promised me a shopping map and she didn't let me down. She pointed out the shopping "hot spots" and gave me the location of some other sites, such as laundry and trading shelves. (These are store shelves where we can leave behind things that don't fit and get things that do.)
We moved on, then, to Jungle Jim's. After parking in the "Okra Winfrey" section, we headed into this HUGE warehouse that is filled with any type of food you can imagine. The folks who work there are experts...experts who had never heard of the one item I had come after--Wisconsin gensing tea. After a bit of searching through the Oriental section, I found that they DID have it. We also found "Horney Goat Weed" and some other eyebrow-raising mixes, but we left with our dignity in some form of "intact-ness." Oh, boy...
Next stop was Ting's house. We stayed with her for about a half an hour and we picked up some items she wishes to send to her parents. I wish we could have stayed longer, but we were supposed to meet with someone else at 4:30; besides, I was awkwardly parked in her apartment building's lot. THAT is another story.
We left Ting's after a battle in her parking lot only to find a bigger battle in the street. I needed to go left in order to go back the way we came. I ended up having to go right just so we could get out; naturally, "right" took me straight to East McMillan Street--home of Clifton and some pretty uncomfortable dealings for two country bumpkins. As we approached the stop light, I called Brian for directions the second time in the afternoon. "I'm on E. McMillan. Get me out of here." He asked Mike, the guy he was working with, how to get out, and he said, "Roll up your windows, lock your doors, and go straight until Gilbert; turn right, then follow it until you get to Elsinore, then go on to 471." WHY he thinks he had to tell me to lock my doors and keep my windows rolled up, I'll never know.
Anyway, we made it. Got to Newport and the Irish Pub, where we were scheduled to meet with Glenna, another Yangchun mom. She had pictures and information from the orphanage. Great stuff. But I called Brian to tell him we were back across the river; actually, I told him I'd made it to the Pub. "THE PUB?!" he said. Mike was still with him and all he heard was, "THE PUB?!" Mike's response: "God love her."
We finally made it back home around 6:45; started packing. Got a checked suitcase that is 54 lbs. I need to put in on a diet to lose about 10 lbs. What I'll remove, I don't know...
Our first stop was at Arby's, where we met Sandy Hamilton. She had promised me a shopping map and she didn't let me down. She pointed out the shopping "hot spots" and gave me the location of some other sites, such as laundry and trading shelves. (These are store shelves where we can leave behind things that don't fit and get things that do.)
We moved on, then, to Jungle Jim's. After parking in the "Okra Winfrey" section, we headed into this HUGE warehouse that is filled with any type of food you can imagine. The folks who work there are experts...experts who had never heard of the one item I had come after--Wisconsin gensing tea. After a bit of searching through the Oriental section, I found that they DID have it. We also found "Horney Goat Weed" and some other eyebrow-raising mixes, but we left with our dignity in some form of "intact-ness." Oh, boy...
Next stop was Ting's house. We stayed with her for about a half an hour and we picked up some items she wishes to send to her parents. I wish we could have stayed longer, but we were supposed to meet with someone else at 4:30; besides, I was awkwardly parked in her apartment building's lot. THAT is another story.
We left Ting's after a battle in her parking lot only to find a bigger battle in the street. I needed to go left in order to go back the way we came. I ended up having to go right just so we could get out; naturally, "right" took me straight to East McMillan Street--home of Clifton and some pretty uncomfortable dealings for two country bumpkins. As we approached the stop light, I called Brian for directions the second time in the afternoon. "I'm on E. McMillan. Get me out of here." He asked Mike, the guy he was working with, how to get out, and he said, "Roll up your windows, lock your doors, and go straight until Gilbert; turn right, then follow it until you get to Elsinore, then go on to 471." WHY he thinks he had to tell me to lock my doors and keep my windows rolled up, I'll never know.
Anyway, we made it. Got to Newport and the Irish Pub, where we were scheduled to meet with Glenna, another Yangchun mom. She had pictures and information from the orphanage. Great stuff. But I called Brian to tell him we were back across the river; actually, I told him I'd made it to the Pub. "THE PUB?!" he said. Mike was still with him and all he heard was, "THE PUB?!" Mike's response: "God love her."
We finally made it back home around 6:45; started packing. Got a checked suitcase that is 54 lbs. I need to put in on a diet to lose about 10 lbs. What I'll remove, I don't know...
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