I need to make it back to Mickey's on Williamson.Mission accomplished. Pete and I patronized Mickey's on Sunday night. I was at work, 2,000 miles away, the next morning.
I'm a jet-setter that flys to Madison, Wisconsin instead of cool Parisian parties.
The reason for the spontaneous trip wasn't joyous—I went to attend the funeral of my great-grandmother. I've been lucky enough to have had my lifespan overlap a significant amount with both of my great-grandmothers. Marcella was the second to pass away.
On the topic of jet setting to Madison, I'll be flying there three times in six weeks. I'm back in two weeks for a wedding and two weeks after that on a business trip.