How to smile awkwardly - by Jed Findlay

Cara and I did a little mini-vacation this weekend up to Stillwater, MN. The trip was short - sweet - but a little warm. Stillwater is a river town, sitting along the banks of the St. Croix (which runs into the Mississippi). An antiquer's dream, the town is full of little stores and wineries to quench yer thirst. Since neither of us dig antiques that much - we got loaded. Pictured above is our stop in Northern Vineyards.


Cara enjoys a nice cool Chardonay (it was not very good).


Jed winces in pain - realizing that his sunglasses are permanently melting onto his skull.


Here is the lovely couple in front of a scenic view of the town and the river. Cara had a little trouble walking back down the large amount of frighteningly steep stairs that we traveled to get up here!


This pic is here for one reason; somewhere along the path of my life I have lost the ability to pose for a picture. Look at this! What the hell am I doing? How can anyone look so awkward!??! Not to worry - with the readership of this blog, my camera-shattering looks won't be seen by many.


Finally, we sat and ate some lunch along the river - we also got to chat up a very sweaty bartender who told us stories of his Grandfather riding logs down the river in the early days of the town. I asked him what it was like growing up with a homosexual elder - he then explained with his sweaty fists that his Grand-pappy worked for the timber mill... and that I was welcomed to leave my shattered teeth on the bar.


Last pic - lunch was pretty good. The beer was good. As you can see I am still wincing from the melting sunglasses - and the bartender pummelling. Also, Cara decided she liked the shade so I was left with half of my body in the sun. Sadly, my right foot melted clear off of my leg.

No comments about my nub if you please.

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