McKenzie suggested we cook No Sweat style breakfast for our shared meal. McK’s worked at the Sweat for a few years and can make anything on the menu. She bought ingredients for four different dishes—Stumbo, Toad, BLS, Counterpoint—and we offered or diners the choice.
I got to play waiter, serve coffee, make toast and bring orders back to Cookie. My other contribution was to lay out a quick menu before we left, but nothing compared to McKenzie’s skillet skill.
Hey! It’s 2010!
McK and I went to the Harriman Ranch for New Year’s Eve. My sister and brother-in-law invited us! Alan and Ali set the whole thing up for us all. The Harriman is in eastern Idaho, less than 3 hours south of Helena. It’s a complex of ranch buildings (established 1902) including the two buildings we used, a cookhouse built in 1949 and a bunk house just remodeled in 2009. We were the first group to use the new bunk house. It was amazingly nice.
Because you have to ski anything you want in on a sled—not even snowmobiles are allowed—you have to be very selective about what you bring. So it says a lot that there was one full load of board games. Board game photos are NOT very exciting, but we did get a pretty wicked Jenga tower going. I’m not going to share the picture of the tower falling, partly because I want you to imaging the tower going on and on forever and partly because they are hopelessly blurry.
McKenzie’s niece Maci is 8. Whenever she’s in Helena we try to go and see her because she’s so cool to hang out with. This weekend, before we left for the Harriman, we stopped out to McKenzie’s Mom’s and watched Maci open all her Helena presents.
She’s big into horses and was thrilled to get a full set of riding gear including these new jodhpurs and riding boots.
Aha! After I made the Parrot post yesterday I went back to work and Marcy was working converting all the photos from RAW to usable CMYK tif files. While she was at it I snagged these shots taken by Archie.
The young lady in the picture is NOT McKenzie, but an imposer. Although McKenzie and I have been summer regulars at the Parrot (end of the bar, two black coffees and the ice cream of the day in a dish, two spoons) anyone with half a mind should be able to see right through the artifice of this photo. You see, there is a blaring misstep in the mise en scene: the Parrot serves beef chili and I am a vegetarian. No vegetarian would ever knowingly order BEEF chili.
See the new Parrot ads in the IR in coming weeks.
Navana and I appear to be on a date, we are faking.
Marcy and AJ shot some ad photos for the new owners of the Parrot on Monday. I got to skip out on work and drink a grape phosphate and fake-eat some beef chili to stand in as a customer. Unfortunately some real customers came in and stole my thunder.