We went to Frankenmuth today for our first debacle in the Tkaches at Frankenmuth trifecta. I climbed a hill to take a picture:
While any situation involving me and my moms and the tato and the Riz is sure to be a hilarious event, somehow me photo documenting everything makes my tall tales just a little bit more believable...
In a hilarious turn of events, I found out that you can see the Riz (who hates getting her picture taken) in the left lens of the glasses the tato is wearing above.
Feeling nostalgic, I went ahead and tried on this $150 hat (I'm serious) and this was the best picture I could get after the Riz and the sales lady offered to help me snap. My left eye looks lazy but I promise it's not--and yes, I'm wearing the $40 Phil Collins concert T my moms bought me. The Riz remembered correctly that I wore the same T-shirt the last time we were in Frankenmuth, at the culmination of the 2004 season, the celebration of the tato's and my birthday.
While I didn't feel like paying more than five bucks for this hot glued hat, the tato was already in position for a forced photo opportunity:
Oh that tato.
In fact, a little further down the road, the Riz found another photo-op scheme, but refused to pose. So while my parents were trying to pretend they didn't know us, I was trying to cram my (apparently) gigantic head into this tiny opening:
We kept walking up and down the main drag in town until I realized that I wasn't wearing any SPF, so we went inside and tried on hats (note the tato in the background):
Literally twenty feet from the toy store, I stumbled on a beer and wine store. After a quick glance around (and nearly toppling a display--sorry, Bavarian Inn), I had a half-a-dozen wines and beers including the Chimay Blue that DJHens speaks highly of (and a bottle of Prohibition Ale by Riz request).
We wrapped things up with a gander at the gag gifts, including mugs with disappearing ink (disappearing wives of Henry VIII, the disappearing coastlines of the world due to global warming, Van Gogh's disappearing ear), and the gag in the following pic:
We wrapped up the day in Birch Run, shopping more than need be. I've got to love the Coach outlet, but not the chunk it takes out of my wallet.
Frankenmuth will lure us back in July, when my moms and the Riz will both celebrate birthdays. Until then, enjoy the lack of picture phone shots (damn you, Sprint PCS Picture Mail!)...
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