Stuffed with Wiener Art

The day after Christmas, Tom, Emily, Evan, and I took a daytrip to Leavenworth, a tiny psuedo-Bavarian tourist-trap town nestled on the other side of the Cascade mountains. We spent the trip there singing loudly and obnoxiously–there may, in fact, be video evidence of us singing/screaming “Paradise City” by Guns N Roses.

I was still running really low on sleep, but high on caffeine from the mega-gulp-size Americano I chugged on the way over. By the time we got to Leavenworth, I had to pee really, really, really, really badly. I had mentioned it at one point in the car, and Emily snipped at me to “Hold it!” so I dutifully held it and fantasized about blasting over the snow-and-ice-covered landscape like some sort of urine-stuffed jetpack anime nightmare, cackling wildly and leaving a trail of yellow snow in my wake. I never claimed that my fantasy world was a good place. Regardless, by the time we got there, I was getting pretty desperate to find a restroom, so we barged into the first store we came upon after we parked, begging to use their facilities.

After my moments of blessed relief, I came to and realized I was in the tackiest place I’d ever been in over the course of my life, and this includes Tijuana. I didn’t realize this last time I’d been here, as everything was closed, but the knowledge that I was now entering Tackyville, USA, settled about my shoulders like a bedazzled cloak. It really struck me when I looked up at the wall and saw a truly terrible painting of a nude woman. It was clear from this painting that the artist wanted to solely paint some breasts, based on the way they were carefully rendered and lighted, but ultimately decided he needed to add the rest of the body as well, the aspects of which he was obviously less familiar as the face resembled nothing so much as a melted candle. Nearly everything in the store was tagged “I love junk”, so I suppose at least they don’t believe they’re getting anything over on the visitors.

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I wonder what sort of “goods” they “sell” here?

We hit the tacky tourism jackpot with a store dedicated solely to Christmas, which particularly specialized in a series of “life-size” elves ripped straight from my darkest nightmares. These elves did not grin jollily, they leered. They were not gesticulating merrily with their hands, they were groping. I’m certain their mouths were frozen in place while mouthing satanic curses. Their eyes follow you around the room, piercing you, letting you know they’re watching, always watching. I did not like these elves, and, in fact, wanted to set fire to the store in a bold act of heroism.

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As I progressed through the store, flicking my bic, I discovered that just about anything can be turned Christmassy to turn a profit on this, the most profitable holiday of the year.

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Really, nothing says Christmas like a fiber optic angel. Unless it’s a glittery boobed, hairy-chested army merman.

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They also had a statuette of Santa praying over the baby Jesus’ manger, that moved and played music when you turned a key at the bottom. The problem was, the movement involved the baby Jesus’ cradle rocking back and forth into Santa’s lap in a terrible religious travesty blowjob.

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Santa is always watching. Even from dark hallways, always watching.

Our next stop was some sort of stuffed animal factory, where they had guts churning on display like some macabre cotton candy machine, and horrifying deflated animal skins laying everywhere.

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I don’t know how I’d feel about this stern bear staring at me every time I reached for another square of toilet paper. Is he frowning on my lack of environmentalism? Mad because I use the plush stuff that’s like wiping with a handful of puppies instead of the sandpapery recycled stuff? Or is he just upset that this is not a task that a member of his noble species should be relegated to?

It was at this store that we found another addition to Pirates You Can Stick Your Dick Into: The Series–the cumguzzler pirate. I’m up to two so far: the skullfuck pirate and the cumguzzler pirate, and I strongly feel there should be a third to round out the series. I may have to resort to making my own blowjob pirate. Then, they go on a shelf in my pirate bathroom, with musuem lighting. Other people dream about owning a business or traveling around the world. My dreams are a bit sad by comparison.

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Isn’t he majestic?

 

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We all decided we didn’t have the cojones to check out the nutcracker museum, as our sleeping hours were already set to be defiled by those hideous elves, and we didn’t need any more nightmare fuel. We did, however, stop at a cheesemonger’s shop and stuff ourselves full of cheese samples, and then stopped at a soft pretzel store and proceeded to cram a pretzel down our throats along with more cheese.

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The pretzel shop had a number of nutcracker paintings along the walls, reminding us that we were in the bavarian town of Leavenworth, in case we had forgotten.

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I sincerely feel this nutcracker is interested in stomping more than just leaves:

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This is a little more like it, am I right?

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Next, we found ourselves in a hat shop. Evan began shopping seriously for adult hats, while I took the opportunity given to me to do my best to acquire head lice.

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Emily worked pretty hard at being Evan’s hat rack, and he bought so many hats that they gave him a free pair of novelty glasses, which he passed on to her as a tip.

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Somehow, trying on hats works up a powerful hunger, and we decided to have lunch–Emily and Tom elected to go to the town’s Mexican restaurant, while I insisted on something a little more German, and Evan agreed. We ended up at a restaurant called King something-or-other, where the sour smell of Germany hung in the air. The stout little German waitress led us to their primo window seat, which was a bonus for us but maybe not so great for the restaurant, and we sat and poured over the menu. Evan decided to go with some sort of meat platter and add yet another kind of apostrophied meat to it for a mere twenty bucks.

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Me? My eye caught something on the menu called “Wiener Art” and I knew that’s what I was going to consume, as I am bound by pretty rigid laws when it comes to hilarity–if there’s an opportunity for it, I must take it unless it will put my life in serious danger, and even then, unless a hospital visit is practically guaranteed, I should still do it.

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Evan and I laughed over the name Wiener Art for a very long time. Laughed until we ached. Laughed until we cried. I ordered it, and then we laughed again. Would it be infused with the robust taste of wiener? I’d find out shortly.

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Mine was not merely wiener art, it was a wiener masterpiece. A wiener renaissance. Wiener.

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Evan was not so pleased with his meat platter, the only meat he really enjoyed was the equivalent of German Fancy Spam. So, with plenty of extra meat on our hands, and an endless number of tourists stopping to take photographs next to the window behind which we were eating, we began to photobomb. We’d stab huge chunks of meat with our forks and gesticulate wildly. I played “See? Food!” with more than one tourist–a young Japanese kid along with a tour bus group caught me with my mouth hanging open for someone’s photograph and laughed so hard I was certain he was going to wet himself. I bet he can’t wait until those family portraits get passed around!

I decided I wasn’t a fan of red cabbage, and made my own, non-wiener-based art.

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On our way out, I ran into some of Aisling’s family, who were very sweet and said they’d missed me at Christmas this year. Washington really is a very small state, considering we drove for hours and I still bumped into someone I knew. That, or I’m the new Kevin Bacon and everyone on earth is connected to me via six steps or less.

19 Comments Stuffed with Wiener Art

  1. assassinpandora December 31, 2010 at 8:53 am

    Those elves are truly frightening to me. It boggles my mind that anyone could think they were cute and fanciful and put them in their house so that when night fell and they came alive they would do what they are obviously bent on doing.

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    1. admin December 31, 2010 at 4:14 pm

      Truly, it’s like a horror movie waiting to happen.

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  2. bork December 31, 2010 at 9:01 am

    I NEED TO GO THERE.

    maybe someday.

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    1. admin December 31, 2010 at 4:19 pm

      Actually, you talking about it recently is what made me suggest it to Emily as a road trip destination!

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  3. lilysnape December 31, 2010 at 12:13 pm

    Yeah, those elves are seriously disturbing. O.o But the village does look beautiful in the last picture! I wasn’t aware there were mountains in Washington, eheh.

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    1. admin December 31, 2010 at 4:18 pm

      It really is beautiful. People go to see the scenery and maybe ride the horse-drawn carriage and then all of a sudden they find themselves buying the tackiest crapola ever.

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  4. lilysnape December 31, 2010 at 12:14 pm

    Oh yeah, the merman with moobs cracked me up! Lol, wth, merman’s with glitter?

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  5. whobyfire78 December 31, 2010 at 2:08 pm

    I am convinced that Santa-in-the-shadows there has his hand hidden behind the tree because he either has a butcher knife in it, or he’s whacking off.

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    1. admin December 31, 2010 at 4:16 pm

      That’s actually why I took the picture in the first place, he scared the crap out of me.

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  6. admin December 31, 2010 at 4:16 pm

    I’m pretty sure this is a line of ornaments that could be expanded forever. Construction worker, policeman, fireman…where were they?

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  7. thetar December 31, 2010 at 8:06 pm

    that merman thing is wow. in fact a lot of that is wow. maybe even looks “the birth land” look a bit more sane.

    and german food is not interesting to me. but the bakeries up there are good, but pricey.

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  8. travelbothroads December 31, 2010 at 8:58 pm

    I saw the Mermen ornaments online a couple weeks ago and thought to myself, “Boy Howdy, (because I talk like a 50s sitcom in my head)If I had those Christmas ornaments It would be Christmas all year round, then I sent links to Shannon and told her we needed them. She assured me that we did not in fact need them. Now you tell me that there are LADY sexy mermaids and I’m going to have to ask all over again – She didn’t know there were LADY sexy mermaid ornaments, this could be a game changer.

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  9. 1_rhiannon_1 December 31, 2010 at 9:40 pm

    O_O Those elves are most definitely nightmare territory!

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  10. puffdoggydaddy December 31, 2010 at 1:47 pm

    GI Merman is here to protect the seas.

    Creepy staircase Santa is creepy. That’d be oh so comforting when you had to come up the stairs after going for a glass of water or a midnight snack. One little trick of the light makes it look like he moves and you’d sleep on the couch that night. HA!

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    1. admin December 31, 2010 at 4:18 pm

      GI Merman is way better than those dolphins they were going to train to detect bombs!

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  11. technophobe1975 December 31, 2010 at 10:38 pm

    Oh my god, those elves are hideous – surely they are used props from some low budget horror movie, although the shark hat is actually pretty cool.
    And the mermen – for once, words fail me 🙂

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  12. lightningflash January 4, 2011 at 1:08 am

    LOL, I love Leavenworth. Tackiest funtown EVER 😀
    Gustav’s is a better place for fuds, though, IMHO.

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  13. accdntlbavarian January 3, 2011 at 10:26 pm

    Going to Leavenworth?

    If you are going to Leavenworth, drop by our site first to see what is happening in town. We’ve built a site with a whimsical tone from a tourist’s point of view. We have a blog of our travels and things we’ve found there that we like.

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  14. jamke January 11, 2011 at 10:06 am

    wow. just WOW! what a place! i wanted to comment on the elves, but then i saw the mermen. and then the santa and the skull and well…just WOWOWOWOWOWOWOWWWW!!!! the food looked really yummy though. i thought “schweineshax” was a made up word. i still think it is, even though i looked it up. the bavarians chose wisely.

    “Ham hocks have many names in German: Eisbein”, Hachse, Haxe or Stelze. In Bavaria, they call it Schweinshaxe.”

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