A Wild Perry Has Appeared!

GUYS, GUYS.

Perry came to visit me.

You know, the guy who posts here on Wednesdays? Yeah. That Perry.

He’s been a fan since the Egotistical Priest days, so that’s. Well. That’s a thing, ain’t it?

Right. So. Basically? Moore Manor was invaded by a Canadian for four days.

Moose smell terrible.

(I kid, I kid)

We did a whole bunch of stuff, which Perry’s companion post likely covers in better detail (and is almost certainly accompanied by photographic evidence).

Oh yes, Perry managed to take multiple pictures of me while he was here. I’m still not sure how he managed that.

However, since I don’t know what HE is going to write, I’ll give you the highlights from my point of view.

Julio

Remember this post about Mulled Apple Cider? Well, Perry finally got the last laugh, because he brought an apple with googly eyes. And not just eyes. Oh no. This apple already wore the most nervous, concerned expression I’d ever seen on produce.

He got the picture of me menacing the apple that he’d wanted way back when he wrote the post, but the apple (newly dubbed “Julio”) joined us for all of our shenanigans, inserting himself into most of the photos from Perry’s visit.

House on the Rock

First stop? House on the Rock (in Spring Green, WI).

I’ve been once before, but I’d forgotten at least a quarter of the stuff inside. Mind-melting. That’s what it was like. Childlike wonderment had given way to a brain puddle where my awe circuits used to be.

Streets of Yesterday was still one of my favorite exhibits. An entire small town street, circa 1800, built indoors with trees and cobblestones and tiny shops.

The whale fighting the octopus? Just. Wow. Wow. Awe-inspiring takes a whole new meaning.

The carousel. OH, the carousel! Such incredible workmanship, and yet. And yet there was SO MUCH of it that it was impossible to give it the adoration it truly deserved.

Phantom orchestras. Dazzling drops seen through a thin plate of glass. Enchanted forests.

By the time we reached the creepy doll carousel and the clown displays, I didn’t even have the energy to be terrified.

We spent the rest of the day in a haze, watching movies and trying to remember which direction was up.

Movies

We watched a lot of different things. We re-watched Wreck-It Ralph, which was even better than I remembered. Perry showed us Fright Night. We showed him The Slammin’ Salmon. He showed us Chronicle. We countered with Idiocracy. He presented Ted. We punished him with an episode of the Mighty Boosh.

It’ll grow on him. Like a mold or fungus, perhaps, but he’ll be quoting Old Gregg by the end of the year. JUST YOU WAIT.

Olbrich Gardens

We visited Olbrich Botanical Gardens, a frequent haunt of Mr. Moore and myself. Perry was a willing companion, and I think maybe he liked it well enough to seek something similar up in Canuckistan.

Also? Best of all, he kept making up little stories about the plants and the Fairy Queen, sharing them with delightful abandon.

Cupcakes

Cupcakes were eaten. Pie also. And cakepops.

I am probably a bad influence, but I can’t even pretend to care. CUPCAKES.

Food

Perry smuggled authentic Korean spice into our country. Apparently it was quite touch-and-go as to whether or not the seasoning would be allowed through customs.

Perry was probably in danger of a cavity search.

Thankfully, after much hand-waving and argumentation, the sealed canister of red pepper powder was allowed through, much to our delight.

Why delight? Because Perry cooked for us.

I have now had something extremely similar to Dak Do Ree Tang. It was delightful and had the perfect level of burn.

We’d intended to reciprocate with some spicy peanut butter noodles, but alas, we ran out of time (and ate at too many restaurants) to offer it.

Chair

Perry did not manage to steal my chair. Those of you who have visited me recently know the chair of which I speak. It’s the brown-and-orange paisley beast lovingly known as the “Reading Chair” and it comes equipped with not one but TWO pillows of glorious squishiness.

I’m pretty sure that the moment Perry entered the house, he magically acquired one of those pillows, in a magnet-like fashion. The pillow would not leave his side until such time as he was reluctantly required to exit the house and abandon his beloved chair and pillows.

I can’t blame him. It’s an incredible chair.

Overall

Perry did far more dishes than a guest should ever do, but he assured me that as both Korean AND Canadian, he was (and I quote), “the perfect storm of politeness” and I had better well accept his help.

He even left money stashed around the guest room because we kept not letting him pay for things!! *flail* (as if his plane ticket wasn’t expensive enough!)

He was a lovely, fantastic guest and I am so very, very glad we were finally able to meet.

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