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The End of the Cheese Weekend

We met up with Amanda and Cevonne at Starbucks on Saturday night. I miss those girls.

It was fun hanging out with them. They're Brooke's two best friends and we do not see them nearly enough. They even made Starbucks palatable for this hipster.

Blake and Scott went back to Cheesefest later that night to finish off our last beer ticket. I stayed home because I was tired, but apparently the second night was more fun. 

I'm going to call this photo "American Awkward".

 We were lucky enough to have two day passes, so there was no reason not to go a second day.

I'm shooting a wedding in a few weeks, so I wanted to test my flash photography skills. I'd prefer to shoot everything using natrual lighting, but at times that's impossible. I think these photos turned out pretty well.

This night wasn't as fun as the first night, though I did enjoy the multitude of cock rock classics. 

 
Nothing like photographing unsuspecting people while they're rocking out to Guns n' Roses "Welcome to the Jungle."

I don't have a good photo of this, but every few minutes, girls from the crowd would jump on stage and shake their thang. It was quite...hilarious.

I love podunks.
 
On our last day in Little Chute we helped out with some of the food for Blake's graduation party. Scott made deviled eggs.

I thought I overdid the salt, but they turned out OK.

I made Blake's cake. I get real excited when I have a cake to make and have a picture in mind of how it gets going to look. When I can tell it's not going to look the way I originally thought it would I stress myself out and swear that I will never decorate a cake again. 

I tried really hard not interfere in the cake decorating, but near the end I had to help. Brooke had gotten to the breaking point and the cake needed a little TLC. I don't think I actually fixed anything; might have actually made it worse.

The picture makes it look better than it does in real life.

The silly double-white lines are my doing. Sorry cake.

We headed to his party a short distance away. I love that everything in this town is a 5 minute bike ride away.

By everything, she means nothing.

Yes, he is still pretty excited.

Yup.

Blake and I played yard games.

While I took photos of the goings on.


I also love that at every family get together we have a pot luck. If only everyone lived closer to us, we wouldn't have to find a caterer for our wedding.

We don't need to find a caterer, but that's a different story.

Brooke's soon-to-be brother-in-law, Dan, really enjoyed the party.

We grabbed a bunch of food to go before heading home. 

Scott enjoyed my cake in the car.

That had to be the sweetest cake I've ever tasted. It was good, but holy sugar overload, that frosting was tooth decay waiting to happen.

We were still in Wisconsin when we stopped for gas. I told Scott to run in and get some New Glarus beer. He comes back with a 12 pack of Spotted Cow and 3 packages of meat.

That wasn't any meat. Those were Nueske's sausages. The New York Times call's their bacon the caviar of pork products. I didn't get the bacon this time, but the smoked wieners, kielbasa and landjaeger were Usinger's-good.

We had to make a few stops to fix our bikes before getting home.

You've got to love a girl who can fix things (or at least attempts to). The bike's added another ding to the car. With the endless small nicks on the car, we're probably going to buyout the lease on the Insight.

 Before long, we had made it to the Wisconsin border. We were nearly home after having a great Wisconsin cheese weekend.

Comments

Blake said…
Nice pics of the party. Way to make it look 10 times cooler than it did in real life. My friends said the cake was delicious. Little Chuters dont get homemade cake often and kids love sugar.
Amanda said…
I'm so excited as always to have made the blog again. :) I only wish we had had more time together so I could have been featured more! Ha...and spent more time with you two of course. I miss you too.
Where was Blake's party? Looks like a nice area. Hopefully I'll see you guys again this summer.

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