Category Archives: on the road

Mara’s mom

Now, I have to say, all of the parents were great. We got to speak at length to both Kevin and Mara’s mothers, but Mara’s Mom, Deb, invited us to sit next to her at the reception. What a wonderful, loving woman. If Mara is half as lovely as her mom is, [...]

Neither Vince Vaughn or Owen Wilson …

… but not too shabby.
For those just joining us, these are your wedding crashers du jour …
Phaux in the ‘Always Slimming All Black’:

Zoobroker in the trey:

The Wedding Is On …

Really. We. Are. Here.  Ok, for those who haven’t been following the story along the way, here’s the deal.  We met Mara a few weeks ago — on the night of her bachelorette party.  She was winding down the night with her possibly nymphomaniac neighbor, Vicky, by having pizza at Two Boots.  At Midnight.  Sober.  [...]

Almost there …

We put the hammer down, and for legal purposes we can’t say exactly how fast we were going, but we suspect it may involve time travel.  In fact, we found time to take a wrong turn and end up on Lake Michigan .. which is more impressive than one might think, but still not impressive [...]

RT4.3333333 begins

Hey folks, we’re back after a few months of silence — glad you’re still with us.
We started a mini road trip today, we’re going to call this RT4.333 for the moment …  we’d planned to go from NYC to Toronto (AKA TorTonto) to Detroit To Glen Arbor, but someone, who shall not be named here, [...]

Phaux’s Closing Thoughts, Part 1

I am sitting in seatac airport with five’ish hours to go until I liftoff for home, and want to record some thoughts while they are fresh and juicy.
First off, Zoo is a GREAT road mate. Words cannot express his huge contribution to the road trips being extraordinary, but I’ll give it a shot..
He is unflinching [...]

The universe exploded at the Doug Fir in Portland, OR

If you read wikipedia as much as I do, you’ll know that the tallest tree ever to exist was not a Giant Sequoia, but rather a Douglas-Fir.   After dinner, Phaux pointed us towards this arboronymous bar, in the Jupiter Hotel, which is also a semi-legendary music venue.  

Shortly after arriving, three blondes from Seattle [...]

Day 3: Dinner In Kamloops, Frick and Fracks

At the request of the original subject and acquaintances, we’ve decided to enact a little revisionist history. We do not ever intend to hurt anyone’s feelings, but sometimes in the pursuit of opening other people’s eyes to the expansive possibilities in the world, my vigorous methods of description and interaction are mistaken for something they [...]

Day 3: Breakfast and Jailbait

Yummm, jailbait.  It does a body good.  So we went to the Longhorn Saloon for apres ski on Day 2 and it was not really noteworthy.  Mostly because we were hesitant to admit that the place was just too loud for us.  I guess that means we’re getting old.  Anyway, we returned the Longhorn for [...]

Day 3: Morning Ski in Whistler

I have been underwhelmed by Whistler the past few times that I’ve been up here.  Possibly  because I had a blowout fight with one girl a long time ago, and the last time the girl I was seeing broke her arm on day 1 of our trip.  Ugh.  Anyway, today all of those memories were [...]