Friday Night Fish Fry

Friday night we-Natalia, Wes, Homa, Alisha and her boyfriend, and I-go to the Lakefront Brewery for the Friday night fish fry, which entails the following:
-one big table of happy people and 6 orders of fried cod, which comes with potato pancakes, coleslaw, and rye bread
-two pitchers of pumpkin beer (absolutely delicious)
-two old men who become known as the skeevy Democrats who hit on us when Wes steps away from the table
-two men in lederhosen, one with an accordion, playing polka on the grand stage
-a huge (tall and long) room with intense acoustics filled with Wisconsin-ites indulging in local culture and lots of food and dancing
-one funky chicken dance (dun, dun, dun, dun, dun, dun, dun (beaks).... dun, dun, dun, dun, dun, dun, dun (wings).... dun, dun, dun, dan, dan, dan, dan, dat, dat, dat, dat(shake))
-AND...

Natalia and I make a special request that the band announce Election Day this coming Tuesday and, because they are "not that political," they make a deal with us that they'll do a voting plug if we yodel. That's right, Natalia and I yodeled (read: yodelahihu!) into the big silver mike for a whole song to get them to give the shout out to go to the polls! Now that's rockin' the vote!

Natalia and Wes and I went home deliriously; Natalia and I modeled our pink slips; we all watched Outfoxed.