We began the evening by crossing the border into Wisconsin where we had dinner at the Brat Stop in Kenosha. (I know, right? We are such great friends! Cheese curds and brats? What more could a girl ask for on her 29th birthday!) But no, the real surprise is where we went after dinner. Despite our promises to leave her in a field or drop her off at the University of Lawsonomy, we actually went to Alpine Valleyin Bumbleville, Wisconsin (or East Troy, even) to see some dude named Jack Johnson
Alpine Valley is a big huge outdoor venue - like Ravinia on steroids and lots of beer. It was really kind of overwhelming, with (drunk) people everywhere. Like, everywhere. I'm okay with being in crowds, but this was insane. Someone actually fell on us. Amy caught him. And rather than apologizing for like, you know, falling in the middle of our blanket, he just said, somewhat stupidly "I fell down." Really? Get our friend here some more beer! I didn't really know Jack Johnson going into the concert, and I can't really say that I know him any better even after sitting there - the acoustics where we were sitting were kind of bad. We ended up leaving a little early, but that was okay. We headed back to Kenosha for some more cheese and a potty break. It also gave us a chance to listen to the cd that Amy found while we were sitting at a stoplight. It was a personally made mix labeled "To My Bride" that featured (wait for it... maybe you should sit down?) jewish reggae music. And some Missy Elliot with some UB40 thrown in. We were kind of wondering if maybe this cd was responsible for ending this relationship seeing as we had found it thrown in the street in the middle of nowhere.
(me and Jane)
(Heidi, up to no good?)
(Jane, Amy & Heidi)
(the birthday girl - probably also up to no good)
Happy Birthday, Jane!
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