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The Iowa Roadie & husband recently had CoVid.I have to admit that this has been an atrocious experience. I equate it to a Mack truck parking itself on our chests…for two weeks.During this time, we alternated between coughing, sleeping and watching an endless stream of horrible television shows.We hardly ate. (Perhaps the ONLY positive in the situation.)Most horrific… we have not had an alcoholic drink in three weeks. My liver is in shock from the sudden detox.Kidding aside, the virus hit us both hard.Super hard.At one point, I pondered what would happen if we didn’t recover. What would our legacy be?Fortunately we ARE recovering, and will see the day where we enjoy another cocktail and platter of cheese balls.But is THAT our legacy? Fried food & cheap drinks?Perhaps not the worst way to be memorialized…But hopefully we can do better. I want to be remembered for the WAY I live…which…

Who else thinks that life can really stink sometimes?Admit it. We’ve all been there. Struggling finances. Lousy relationships. And–GASP–flat beer. But a group in northeast Iowa has found a way to celebrate “Stinky Things” and make them…Well, not so stinky. A few years ago, Jeff Simon and his buddy Ed were sitting in a basement bragging about who could make the better deviled eggs. And chili. And Bloody Marys.You know…The Stinky Stuff.Four years later, that cellar bravado has raised nearly $6000 for the Children’s Hospital in Iowa City…all under the guise of Stinkfest, a competition featuring–you smelled it–deviled eggs, chili, and Bloody Marys.This was the third year for the competition, so the Iowa Roadie was beyond flattered when organizer Jeff invited her to attend. Here was an event that involved drinking for charity.Let me say…It’s so much easier to give back to the community when alcohol is involved.However, I felt…

Can you keep a secret?The Iowa Roadie can’t. Forget any pinkie swears or “cross my heart” promises. Simply put, no secret is safe with me. So I apologize in advance for spilling the beans about the Cottontail, whose sign proclaims it Urbandale’s “best kept secret.”To put the situation in context…The Iowa Roadie & husband had just finished a morning of furniture shopping. Tell me…is there an occasion that screams “I need a drink” more than selecting a couch within one’s color scene AND price range? So when we drove past a sign for “The Cottontail,” we did not hesitate to pull our beat-up plow truck and dented trailer (carrying our new couch in a lovely neutral shade of gray) into its spacious parking lot. (Admittedly the ample parking space was part of this establishment’s initial lure. Try parallel parking a snowplow in downtown Des Moines’ East Village.)Time for a little…

The Iowa Roadie is getting old. Ignore the telltale signs like my gray hair or the “oldies” stations playing music from my high school prom. I knew I was old when given the choice to go out on a Saturday night or watch Dateline with a frozen pizza, I chose the option that allowed me to fall asleep on the couch by 8 pm. With the cat on top of me. And an empty bottle of Aldi’s mulled wine in the trash. All of which indicate that the Iowa Roadie should resort to “day drinking.” Google “day drinking.” Go ahead. I’ll wait. This is what came up when I typed those words into the search bar… Day drinking means you’ll likely be sipping for a much longer period of time than you would if you just had a few drinks at a bar after dinner. … (As a general guideline,…

I double dog dare you. That was the challenge issued by the Iowa Roadie’s husband when I told him I was not only going to write a new blog…but make scotcheroos as well. Whoa! A blog AND scotcheroos? In hindsight, that DOES sound a bit ambitious…particularly when I didn’t even know if we had rice krispies in the house. (This is because cereal has sugar and carbohydrates, and we are supposed to be “eating healthy”…no thanks to a “mildly obese” ruling at last year’s Iowa Roadie physical. ) However that diagnosis was far from my mind when I made such a bold claim. What I WAS thinking about was how tasty the Captain Morgan and root beer cocktails were that I had just consumed. All while sitting on the sunny patio of Lehigh’s Riverside Tavern after two months of quarantine drinking at home. TWO MONTHS of Aldi’s wine on my…

Forget water. I recently stocked up on alcohol. I figure if I get quarantined with my family, I need more than water to help me survive. I recently purchased two bottles of Crown Peach…which may be Very Important Currency if I need to trade for toilet paper. I also purchased some “Cheap Ass Beer” (manufactured in Minnesota) for my husband, as well as cucumber vodka for $10.99 (I may never drink it, but I saved $15!) and Hy Vee’s “customer choice” Amsterdam coconut vodka. (Impulse buy.) In all honesty, I tend to go a little bonkers in the liquor store. I have BOTTLES of alcohol that sit unopened on a shelf in our basement. (That is because I drink leftover $4 Aldi’s Christmas wine, and my husband drinks “Cheap Ass Beer.”) We rarely make mixed drinks at home, because that’s what Iowa Roadie adventures are for. It’s far more fun…

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