Sep 30, 2010

"Master" of Ceremonies hosts © Aireoke

Disappearing for a long time then making a mysterious, last minute appearance as a master of your craft is super suave. Especially at a private club in New York City where famous comedians are usually roasting each other on a Saturday night. I snuck in last Saturday to meet an illusive character in a story I've been following for some time. I have never seen so famous people.

General Manager, Nat Hays, who I managed to squeeze in next to at a table right up front, was really nice and down to earth. He even bought me a drink which I kept loosing track of because I was busy being star struck.
USAG co-commissioner, Kriston Rucker (left), Hall of Famer Air Guitarist and co-star of Air Guitar Nation C-Diddy (middle) and Nat Hays (left) catch up at the Friar's club.

Israeli correspondent to the Wall Street Journal, Charles Levinson (left) and M.I.A., attend the re-appearing act of the decade, David Jung as C-Diddy.

Werewolf shreds.

Math Romancer, Melting.

C-Diddy, does Van Halen's 'Ice Cream Man.'

Starstruck Trubies

Nice to meet you, Miriam

Sep 23, 2010

TWALD


What does TWALD stand for? I was having too much fun, I forgot to ask. I do know that it took 5 hours to get there and there was a whole lot a  riding and wrenching on motorcycles. In Boscabel, Wisconsin, folk sell liqour n' guns at the same corner store and love to paste up Jesus-y type quotes on the side of the road. There is loose gravel on blind corners that suck you into the pavement and roads that stretch for miles after that. Perfect curves. As an added bonus, I went to my first demolition derby, saw my first bald eagle and for the second time in 4 months I've been the only girl in a hotel room full of boys, booze and a string of really good judgements on my part. I must be doing something right.


LOCAL COLOR

Joe and Sheila try to sabatoge my scenesetter at the Boscabel county fair.




First heat.


Radiator blows









RIDING....

BoscoBill, Dave, Butch, Andrew and Adam...tighten up before breakfast at Unique Cafe. 


Dave.


Just a titch


HQ








Where is Wild Cat mountain? 








Everyone meets back up for a big lunch.




Sheila.
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Fuel.

A very cold, wet, trying ride home that exposed the chewy golden center of everyone present. You meet the nicest people in the middle of nowhere.   

Sep 10, 2010

I Know Who Holds Tomorrow


Here's to a long-long weekend and grabbing whatever cottage was left on Lake Michigan to kick it Midwest style. This includes all things red arrow highway... garage sales, junk yards, beach days, roads that stretch for miles, Euchre, Deuces, long winded stories, too much booze and all other things you can smuggle in the bottom of your shoe. Most importantly, no real plan of how to spend the days.



This time, it was not the air pregnant bitch hound; hope. It was a money jar.

Postcards from the edge.

We only got one good beach day. It stormed so hard some nights the power went out and we had to play cards by candlelight. Just another adventure. But, it was nice to bask for one good, long day. My ankles got burnt. Musta missed a spot. 



Lunch Time....Bag o Chicken.

Miriam (photo by: Nathaniel Hays)

Tisha, my tanning coach and life long friend.

NYC Nathaniel Hays and Ruthie Baby.

Another cold and rainy day. Cabin Fever. John Henry (Almost 4), looks through stuff in my purse.


After I paint my nails 50's housewife pink, we decide to hit the moody coast to wade up to our ankles. We skip rocks, underestimate the surf and end up at a complete loss for words. 

The air was more than cool and the waves topped 14 feet that day. I rarely see the lake like this. I had to roll the sleeves on my favorite hoody 6 fat times to get it to fit Henry. None of us were quite prepared for the weather. But, the water was bath warm. Henry was ecstatic about the wind and the tide. I feel his wonder. (All photos of me by: Nathaniel Hays)

The clouds break.

Tish tells a true story. Miriam is happy.

Miriam (33) and Ruthie (35) - Sisters

Mark and Ruthie Baby - stone skipping contest.



 Nat's first time seeing Lake Michigan. Good form!




Thank you, Thank you, Thank you......Michigan.