Monday, January 09, 2006

Milwaukee Again...

I went back to Milwaukee again today just for the afternoon. I hung out with Lisa in her enormous apartment that she pays nothing for and which could hold three of my apartments within it. Sadly, maybe four.

We thought for kicks we might go to the old Dennys where everyone hung out in high school. We thought it would be funny. It was mostly just sad and weird.

But...photo journal!


There's the Liesel. We had some brilliant catching up time...here are all the things we managed to discuss in the few hours we were together...Bars, George Michael, the possibility of quitting smoking, her friend's baby, my friend's baby, sex, her new boyfriend, the internet (blogs and myspace), lunch, high school, confidence, pride, grace, "winging it", how much we love bread, our mothers, herbal medicine vs synthetic medicine, our hair, Lisa's new coat, going back to school, religion, cheesecake, ex's, candy, and then some more about dating and some more about quitting smoking and some more stuff that I can't really go into since it got really girly and I have family reading this blog. All in all, very fun and nice to catch up.


All the major differences between Lisa and I can be sumed up in our keychains. Hers has the electronic car door opener, some little plastic oval from some shee-shee store, keys to her car and house, and a rape whistle for safety all neatly collected onto one ring. Mine has two rings, an Arkansas key chain, a plastic flip flop with my name on it, a plastic guitar, a Dominicks Card, a Binny's Liquors card, a gym card (expired), a gold ring that my parents gave me when they got married, a clippy thing, and a lot of keys. I have the main keys labeled with color coded rings.

Now, imagine her with very short bleach blonde hair wearing all black and sitting next to a guy with a quasi-mullet and a hoodie, and you're pretty much looking at my social life years 1995-1998.


My cheesecake, pictured with the photo of my cheesecake, summed up the theme for the day which was, "Sometimes things don't work out exactly as planned...


...but everything can be dealt with!"

1 comment:

John Coutley said...

Quasi mullet? Thanks, Brooke. Thanks a lot.

Asshole.