The South Side girl is headed to Lake Geneva with a trio of 12-year-old girls and wants some drinking age company to offset the Justin Bieber soundtrack.
I really should get back to work but I have never been to Switzerland, so how can I say no?
It turns out that Lake Geneva is actually in Wisconsin, which is way closer. And full of cheese. I am a fan of cheese, so there is one more obvious reason to put off my return to
bra-wearing the non-vacation life.
Besides, short notice cheese tourism is one of the few benefits of earning your living as a secret agent figure skater sketch comedy writer and freelance journalist. And by "earning a living" I mean making enough money to buy truck stop cheese in the shape of Wisconsin. Because that is how cheese tourism is done.
There is also a cheese wine, but the South Side girl shakes her head so violently when I pick it up that I have to return the bottle to the shelf. Now, as you can imagine, I am kicking myself. It would have made a nice entry in the wine log next to Key Lime and Mango Mama - two sentimental favorites.
She makes it up to me later by taking me out for better wine and coaching me on the art of picking up sailors. I get one on my first try. He is just a cartoon sailor, but it's a start.