better late than never. besties rendezvous recap.

People tend to get excited about different things. Some people get excited about donuts. Some people get excited about babies. Some people get excited about winning the lottery. Ok, most people get excited about winning the lottery. You get my point. Me over here, I get excited about rendezvouz. Ok, for reals though, how do you make the word rendezvous plural? I tried my best.

I get excited about meetings with people. People I like. I'm always making plans for grand adventures and most often they fall through. But the stars aligned just about a month ago and I got to have a rendezvous of the most grand proportions in the lovely state of Wisconsin. Truly a glorious event. Besties '09 collided for a weekend getaway that filled my heart to the brim and maybe overflowed my bladder just a little. 

The adventure began with a visit from Connie, my fraternal twin. Her velour and khaki outfit, made complete only by the unzipped fly and denim hat, was flashed from afar as she hung out the passenger side window serenading me to the tunes of sweet Britney Spears. Connie had come to rescue me from the Milwaukee airport. My life was complete. Connie, Bonnie, and Steve. Ready to party like it's 1999. It's just too bad the only witnesses to this majesty were an airport security guard and a bothered looking lady smoking a cigarette about five yards away. Shame shame.

After the heist, we headed off to Madison for a day at the capital. Little did we know, the janky Econolodge hotel room we would be staying in, would end up being the highlight of our time together. Maybe it was the hallway that smelled like weird meat. Or the sweet lady that welcomed us with her tufts of cigarette smoke in the stairway. Or the complimentary wee-fee (Sonjie's new name for wi-fi). I'm guessing it was more the company than anything but that rancid hotel room with the jizz blankets and cigarette burns housed a lotta giggles and teaspoonage. When we first arrived the three of us struggled repeatedly to get into the room. Turns out the handle lock deal had a dead battery so even the Indian gentleman manager of the joint couldn't get in with his master swiper, so he issued us a new room. We get our new room keys and head to the room. As we open the door we are punched full force by an uncomfortable warm wave of air. All three of us in unison are saying, "No, no, no…uh uh. No." As we slowly enter the room. Our friendship grew a little more in that moment of unity. Mutual discomfort does that to relationships. Later, we attempted to make some Facebook vids like old times but we just couldn't get our groove back. There was only one lucky recipient that evening. I hope she feels special.

After hitting the hay at roughly 9:08 PM, Sonjie and I wake up a few hours later to a full grown man leaping out of bed onto the floor. It was absolutely terrifying. Apparently, Daniel has night terrors. My favorite part, Sonia's response: "Are you alright buddy?" For some reason, her referring to him as buddy just really makes me giggle. He's laying on the floor looking up at us, I'm half asleep wondering what happened, and Sonia is leaning over me questioning him, "Are you alright buddy?" The whole situation was comical.

Rise and shine the next morning butt crack early. It's marathon time. Sonjie and Wan shuttle me to the start line where I freeze my nutz off waiting to get going. I proceed to run for 3 1/2 hours while Sonia and Daniel have a nap. Then they head to Starbucks for a bit. And then they magically arrive at mile 22, just when I needed them most. Sonjie hands me a hard candy (my all time favorite thing at the end of a marathon), and Daniel pulls out the chap stick. They know me too well. After hugz and kissez and a photo opp

 they head off to meet me at the finish line. Madison, Wisconsin wins the award for best spectator signs. I giggled a lot during that race. Some of the more notable ones include, "Marriage is harder," "Worst parade ever!" "Humpty Dumpty had wall issues too," and there was a small boy I saw repeatedly who had a sign that said "What does the fox say?"

After the race we take some epic photos in front of the capital

and then hobble off for some pizza. Whilst eating a little girl next to us tips her chair backwards, busts her chin, and starts crying. I'm embarrassed for her and we leave. On the way back to the car an old lady and her two grandchildren ask us to help them find the facility where they house prison inmates. But it's not the prison. It's some other facility. She doesn't know the name. I'm embarrassed for the kids and we leave. We try to help but can't because we're not from Madison and she doesn't know the name of the building for us to help her via Google. We, moreso I, hobble off to the car. It's cold and my face is freezing off.

We drive from Madison to Appleton, Sonjie's hometown. The rest of the evening was full of gigglez with good company, aka the Malmquist padres. Here are some photos to help you feel like you were there...

Life is good in Wisconsin folks. So many leaves. So much cold. Laughs galore at Oinks, the local diner-esque eating establishment. Dawn the waitress was a hoot. Her banter with Chaz (Sonjie's pops) was quite remarkable. She called Daniel Muffin and he felt so special until we overheard her call another patron Muffin. Then he was pissed. Later in the meal she comes to tell us a story about another couple eating across the restaurant. The man of the pair asks Dawn what the difference is between a sugar daddy and a boyfriend. Although I don't remember her answer to him, his reply is notable. After she responds to him he says, "Well, I'm a gigolo." Please keep in mind that this gentleman is about 86 years old with a Captain's hat on. Gigolo indeed.

This is us outside of Oinks…

The weekend will live in my memory forever. These two people will be in my life until it ends. We're getting tiny houses together. Google them. Tiny houses. Real thing. It's happening. They will always be my favorites. Besties foeva. Love you foolz.