It was a Lulu of a night…

The world looks different through a wine glass, so they say.

 Let’s back up.  I’m downstate (550 miles from my home in the Upper Peninsula, back in my childhood bedroom where I used to perch before a manual typewriter as an elementary student, writing short stories). 

You will be interested to know that I have banned myself from taking ANY MORE photos until the current excess of pictures  has been posted. 

 Therefore, let’s back up.  Back to Thursday night when I arrived in Bellaire. in the northern Lower Peninsula.  My brother and his wife drove up to the cottage from their home in the Thumb and we decided to go out to dinner.  At 8 p.m.  Which is a little late for this blogger.   

It was a lulu of a night. At Lulu's.

 They suggested we dine at Lulu’s Restaurant in downtown Bellaire.  It’s a gourmet yummy place, although we only sampled soup and salads and appetizers and wine.  Some of us sampled wine.  I am not going to reveal who.  I shall leave it to your imagination.

 It was a lulu of a night for some of us.  The rest of us behaved ourselves.   

My brother, Tim, and his wife, Michele

 It was so good to spend time with my brother and his wife.   We caught up on Everything Under the Sun…and more.  My daughter, Kiah, and I saw them in Florida earlier this spring…and Barry and I saw the whole family when we drove downstate at Christmastime, so this year we’re feeling mighty connected with the extended family.  

Note to self: Must stay out of the bathrooms with camera.

 I couldn’t quit taking pictures.  It’s really a challenge at times.  Especially when one goes into the bathroom and decides a photograph must be taken.  Must leave the camera at the table next time.  How many other people in the world think that bathrooms are fair game photographically?  None of you?   

After Lulu's...let's go to the grocery store and photograph...creamer?

 After our Lulu of a time (don’t you love these headlines?) we adjourned to the grocery store.  (Do you know how much I giggle when I write these crazy headlines and actually put them into print for people to read?  With very little embarrassment?  My mom just walked by the bedroom and heard me laughing so hard I almost fell off the chair.  A Lulu of a time!  Silly, isn’t it? You all have heard of the cliche, haven’t you?)

 Perhaps some of us had sipped too much wine because someone–we shan’t say who–took out her camera and started snapping pictures of things like milk cartons and apples and creamer and grocery carts.  Surely it wasn’t me.  Must have been one of the other two.  

Pablo waits patiently for us back at the cottage. He's 15 years old now!

 When we finally arrived back at the cottage, their dog Pablo wondered what took us so long.  He knew I had another 4 1/2 hour drive early the next morning. 

 He said, “Next time don’t have such a lulu of a night and get back home sooner!”

 I’m sure he said that.  I’m sure.   😉