Oktoberfest

Last weekend Sexybeast & I went camping to Moreau state park near South Glens Falls. Since we knew we were going to miss Wolf's Biergarten's Octoberfest, we decided to have our own little party at the camp ground.

First night, we could not get the fire started....stupid freshly cut wood that was completely soaked!

The next morning it started to rain when we awoke & all Sexybeast had on his mind was COFFEE. I was heartily looking forward to Kahlua and hot chocolate only to discover that we had forgotten to bring drinking implements. SB was very emphatic that we find a dine & STAT. I would have settled for Dunkin' Donuts but off to find a diner we did. Garmin gave us some bad directions and we got turned around before we found Maude's Kitchen. I la-la-la-LOVED this place. It was fun and quirky and I got a great recipe for hot buttered rum. The curtains were old aprons! So cute. All the coffee cups were mismatched and every table had a kitchy set of salt & pepper shakers. I highly recommend the hash browns....not a hint of grease & a pleasant taste of paprika. SB was happy w/ his sausage gravy & wanted to have gravy at every meal. It was not to be though :-(

I could not wait for a shower! The bathrooms were very spacious and clean. BUT the water was c-c-c-c-COLD. Freezing. It was awful! I had about 2 minutes of hot water & then back to COLD.

To kill some time while it rained, we saw an amazing exhibit at the Hyde Museum of children's book illustrations. Sendak, Di Paola & Steig...OH MY!

Lunch at Davidson Brothers Brew Pub. Great service, great food & according to SB great beer. I had a glass of pinot grigio & chocolate w/ Godiva liqueur & Bailey's.

A real fire courtesy of Hannaford!

Then relaxing by the fire & reading. The rain did not bother me in the slightest.

SB consumer many franziskaners while we prepared the feast. Pork schnitzel, red cabbage & spaetzel w/ gravy. The cabbage was out of this world good! Fresh from our garden and brown sugar combats the cabbagy bitterness.

Proust!

Schenectady Ink

So that's my little footy. For my birthday, Sexybeast got me a tattoo. This is something I've wanted for a while, about 3 years. It began when I saw a pretty, short haired red head w/ a bitchin' tattoo on her foot. And I was obsessed ever since.

Sexybeast was my expert as he has 2 tattoos and we had been having discussions about the design I wanted. Tattoos are forever and I didn't want a flaming skull or Kermit the Frog playing a banjo. I wanted something pretty but not sappy, something that had meaning to me. Aha! Lily of the valley! It's one of my favourite flowers and Lily in Latin translates to Susan. I am such a fucking egomaniac.

The tattoo artist was pretty smoking hot which helped infinitely. We listened to Metallica, Sexybeast held my hand and we bullshitted. Here's the truth, getting a tattoo really fucking HURTS. It felt like the needle was digging into my foot bone. I concentrated on my breathing and it helped slightly.

3 days of daily Advil, keeping Lily covered whilst wearing my shoes during the day and keeping it lightly lubed and air at night and I'm healed. I'm walking art. I'm a sex bomb.