So – got to Homer okay after the little run-in with the moose of the living, breathing variety. Stopped at the top of the hill to take a gander (not a critter, sillies, that would be a look) from the overlook there.
Augustine Volcano, as is its wont, was hiding from view. But we saw several eagles winging about. Visited with a couple of tourists and gave them our phone numbers for while they are in Alaska. (you just never know when someone might need assistance – and it goes both ways)
Drove around through town – I am a big one for scoping out ahead of time the places we need to be in the near future. We stopped at the Homer Chamber of Commerce/Visitor Center to pick up our tickets and got some good information. Drove down to the pub where we would see some two-legged wildlife later that evening – then down to the “Spit” to find the dock where we would board our boat tour Saturday morning.
Grabbed something for lunch and then went to check into our hotel. We had a feeling we needed to rest up a bit before the evening’s festivities.
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Ah, yes . . . Mr. White Keys – now that is SOME critter! As you can see the show is done in the dark – there is a slide show going most of the time while he is singing or playing harmonica – with glittering flamingoes and palm trees and tinsel covered speakers and keyboard. He is insanely funny – the satire probably would mean little to someone who is not from Alaska, however. There is NO politician safe – nor printer, nor license plate maker, nor . . . well you get the picture.
During one of the slide shows I gasped and leaned over to ask hubby moose if I had done the typography on the shown letterhead with the word Peninsula spelled without that pesky second letter “n”. I always did have trouble with spelling that word (gee, moosie, what IS on your brain?) and have to watch myself very carefully in any written communication while at work. (sigh!) To top it off we actually DID do the printing for the school in question – Lessa’s and Ladybug’s alma mater, in fact. I have NO clue if we sent it out without that “n” or not. And, as we have closed the shop it is much too late to go back and check. hahaha.
Wanna see him in the light?
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you asked for it.
This was touted as a non-smoking show. But, as it was held in an Irish pub (I know – it’s Alaska – don’t ask me) the bar itself allows smoking and the room was redolent of the second-hand variety.
As we waited for the show to begin, the hairs in my nose started tickling and I began to cough – there was definitely fresh smoke coming in from somewhere. I looked over my right shoulder and saw the cook in the kitchen just off the room we were sitting in, fanning smoke – no flames, but omg the SMOKE! The owner of the pub came through and asked us if we were having trouble with no smoking rule (har, har, hardehar har) and opened the emergency exit to my left.
Yup, you KNOW what happened next – the smoke just roiled through the whole place as it sought a way out – and it was being met with resistence in the wind coming through the open door.
Hey, we’re in Alaska, we make our own fun! Of course we stayed for the show afterwards. Mr. White Keys even worked the incident into the beginning remarks of the show.
It was a show after hubby moose’s heart. Not too raunchy that I couldn’t stand it, but just wicked enough to hold hubby moose’s attention. He thoroughly enjoyed himself.
After the show we went to find a late dinner. Fat Olives was delicious! We had an antepasto appetizer and hubby had a stromboli while I had a salad for dinner. Of course, then it was time to go to bed so that we could be up and about at 5:30 the next morning.
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Ran into people we knew (from Kenai) at the show – coming out the door. And, then met another couple we knew at the restaurant. It’s a small, small world.
Thanks for reading along – More tomorrow.
OH! critter count:
Eagles = many, many, many eagles
Tourists = 2 (to talk to, probably many more among us)
Campy Satirists = 1
Campy Satirist’s Sidekick = 1
People we knew = 6
Collateral damage = 0 (YAY! no moose!)