1.02.2008

Milkshake Time

I walked out of this morning's radiation treatment annoyed and cold and frustrated until I realized--I had more than just an appetite, I had a specific desire to eat. I wanted a milkshake. No average milkshake would do, mind you (read: McD's was not on the menu), but fortunately here in WisCOWnsin, we've got lots of options when it comes to our dairy.

First, I struck out for our neighborhood frozen custard place, Michaels, which is a slam dunk in the delcious department, but I was girding myself for disappointment since it was only 10:20 in the morning.

When they wound up being closed, I trekked a bit further down Monroe to Mickies Dairy Bar which, despite its being a breakfast place, was closed as well, presumably due to the holiday/students not being back in town, etc.

Next stop was UW campus, where I hoped the Dairy Store would be open for business...jackpot! While there, I got some cheese and smoked chicken (for mom) to go with my vanilla shake. The unfortunate end to the story is that the shake left much to be desired (too thin, could have used a little boost of vanilla extract), but at least I got the calories in me.

BTW, Milkshake Time is an in joke between Sailor Jody and I that goes back to before we were married, at Crazy Tom & Maura's wedding, in particular. We were living on the west coast at the time, so on the flight back east, I managed to pick up a nasty cold, while himself took a red eye and was exhausted. Needless to say, we weren't exactly the life of the party and I'm sure many were wondering why I was so head over heels with such an apparent dud.

Anyhoo, between my cold, our shared fatigue, and the relentless dehumidifying effects of the hotel heating system, I was parched as hell and in search of an alcohol and caffeine free pick-me-up. I must have had a similar epiphany to todays, composing this classic folk song for the ages on the fly:

Milkshake time!
Milkshake time!
Now it's time for milkshake time!

Sheer genius, I tell you.

Look no further than a block down the road from our hotel where a good dozen of us supped at a quintessential tri-state area diner, complete with myriad Greek offerings on the menu and an expansive pastry case. I believe this was also where Cappy & Marzola came thisclose to getting their drunkasses (and the rest of us) tossed on bad behavior, but I got my milkshake.

Hope the rest of yas are having good days as well. :)

14 comments:

action said...

do you have a steak and shake near you..i dream of their cookies and cream milkshakes.

Sailor Jody said...

Did you just call me a dud? That really grinds my gears. But you know what REALLY grinds my gears? You America! FUCK YOU


http://thekratsite.com/rants/whatreallygrindsmygears1.html

Niebs said...

That diner lingers on the edge of my pseudo-memory of our past--I think 50% of my friends have ketchup covered french fries in their nostrils in the hazy memory. Sorry about the disappointing Milkshake Quest. I was thrilled to find Mickie's open when I red-eyed into Madison recently, desperate for grease at 11 am. Hopefully the Monroe twins, Mickie and Michael, will be more available at your next hour of need. I also have to recommend Boost supplement over ice when your stomach wants nothing--it's not good, but can be tolerable.

niebler again said...

And, by the by, when I picked "cupcakes" in your survey this week, I really mean "single-use cupcake traveler cozy tupperware items".

Pat McD said...

Your milkshake brings all the boys to the yard?

Not only am I now craving a milkshake, but I have a bad rap song stuck in my head.... but I will keep reading every day. I'm glad you got come calories in you!

Pat McD said...

That was a typo...it was supposed to say "some calories"... oops

Anonymous said...

I don't think Cappy was at Tom's wedding. He is, and has always been, far too sophisticated to engage in the childish behavior that you have described. Perhaps you have him confused with someone else.

Cap-o-thunderosa said...

Amen, Anonymous! You are absolutely correct, and thank you for coming to my defense.

By the way, SO, regarding your prior blog about magazines, I know exactly what you mean about not being able to identify with the content of magazines. I had a six-month subscription to "Tiny Sausages" that was a complete waste of money.

hh said...

cap - must of been a waste of money because you already knew it all. could have written the articles yourself, huh?

hundreds of beautiful women said...

thankfully, hh is dead wrong about this.

hh said...

were they beautiful before or after hundreds of WBLs?

Sugarmouth O'Riordan said...

Ooh, snap! That could be check and mate right there...

Fuzzy said...

Mmmm...milkshakes. You should have one every day!

My blender doesn't get out of the cupboard much, but 99% of her life's work involves transforming ice cream, milk and Hershey's syrup into brain-freezing, tummy-pleasing dairy delights.

hh said...

i take that as a compliment that you think i trumped cappy. am i starting to get clever in my old age?