fudgies

Wednesday, April 1, 2009

for six months after i graduated from college i lived on a beautiful and historic magical island in a land far far away.

this island was only 8 miles around and my only mode of transportation was a bike. you see, i didn't ride the bike because i didn't have a car, i rode the bike because cars were forbidden on the island.

if you didn't ride a bike, you rode in a carriage that was pulled by a horse. when you hailed a "taxi", it was a horse drawn carriage. a horse is a horse of course of course, but nobody likes horse poo on their shoes or bike wheels.

the overwhelming stench of horse shit was also mixed with the smell of fudge. do you know what horse shit and burnt fudge smell like in 90 degree august weather?

here's hoping you never do.


during my time living on this magical island i served and bartended at a restaurant that i also lived above. but not only did i live with my fellow coworkers i also lived with crazy jamacian ladies that acted like my island mothers all while speaking in a language that was supposed to be english - god knows that i couldn't understand them.

when i wasn't working i would spend my time drinking mass amounts of alcohol because there truly wasn't anything else to do. you worked, you drank, you worked, you drank. while we all partied our faces off i would tip my fellow bartenders 100% of the bill. it was a ridiculous, it's basically like we would just pass the same $20 bill around the island.

my sandwich was $7.95? Here's a $20, keep the change.

i would make $300 a night in tips, spend $150 the next day on my food and alcohol, have a day off and spend the other $150 the next night on my bar tab.

it's like the tips i made on the island was actually monopoly money.

one big excitement for me was to take a ferry to the mainland and go to walmart. i was itching to shop so badly that i thought the clothes i found at the middle of no where walmart were actually stylish.

hooking up with a 19 year old line cook was standard, so was having a man who didn't realize he was gay confession his love to you. when you would go on a company outing you would take a hayride up the hill while sipping on blackberry brandy.

yacht races brought the cutest men to the island and if you batted your eyelashes just right they would tip you more than the bill itself.

the magical island also made me think that all of the above mentioned was completely, 100% normal.

it's like a spell was cast on me. i went to the island with 6 friends who all left months before me. i couldn't leave, i didn't want to grow up. i even contemplated "following the sun" moving to florida to work on the beach - screw the degree i just completed.

it was a constant party and i didn't want it to stop. i was basically hiding on an island full of horse shit and fudge.

you would think that a story like this is an april fool's day joke but it's not. it's what life is really like on mackinac island, michigan.

even with the reality tv show type life i was living on the island i would love to go back and raise some hell and visit.

39 comments:

  1. how did you manage to get a job on mackinac? i love that place so much, even after only one visit...and i would love to go back, even if it's just to work.

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  2. Reminds me of Putt-In bay on Lake Erie. I would love to work there year round. I need to go visit mackinac, something tells me I probably wouldnt want to leave.

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  3. after the 2nd paragraph, i new it was mackinac island. i never been there but i always wanted to go

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  4. Ahhh here I thought it's somewhere down the Caribbean, never know it's in Michigan before. Thanks for the knowledge, and for making me wanna visit :P

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  5. I live in Michigan...and Mackinaw is our jewel!! Its funny because a lot of people don't know about it. Hey maybe your blog will make our tourism numbers skyrocket!! We need it..we are dying here in the Mitten:)

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  6. Sigh...I miss being a waitress.

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  7. I'm seriously about to pack up and move there now. That sounds amazing.

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  8. I went to a wedding up that way years ago. Beautiful area to visit, but I'm not sure I could spend more than a weekend there.

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  9. you islander, sleeping with the line cooks.

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  10. I was thinking put in bay....nice place to visit. I think it would be a hoot to live on an island like that for a while.

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  11. I'm pretty sure one of my old co-workers worked on your magical island!

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  12. I actually live on a (somewhat bigger) island.

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  13. Great Lakes, Great Times!!!

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  14. Ah Mackinac. Though I agree with Nilsa, I love to visit but couldn't spend more than a long weekend up there at one time.

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  15. Places like that exist? I need to go visit.

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  16. That sounds like a blast to me, well for a short period of time. There ain't nothin wrong with hooking up with 19 year old cooks. Nothin at all.

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  17. All that good stuff in Michigan? I don't believe it.

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  18. WOW~!!!!

    ps - dont forget to enter my giveaway!

    http://whoismich.blogspot.com/2009/03/giveaway-giveaway-giveaway.html

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  19. As your mother I hated this period.... When you told me you wanted to 'follow the sun' I thought you definitely had a 'spell'on you.

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  20. I'm having a hard time believing this place exists. I might have to go there for proof.

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  21. Oh Mackinac, you will always have a piece of my heart! And I love MOB's post, I have (had) that shirt!!

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  22. I happen to know exactly what horse shit and fudge smell like in August.

    It's called Newport, RI.

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  23. There is nothing like a really bumpy ferry ride over rough seas with a hangover.

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  24. I knew thats where you were talking about!! I stayed there for two weeks once as a teen.. at the Grand Hotel.. The horses and fudge gave it away!

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  25. that sounds like an amazing place to spend a summer to me. i love it.

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  26. That sounds like a magical place. I want to go to there.

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  27. hmm, never knew such island existed, although I did hear of it... and in the US.. in MI.. niiice

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  28. In the words of Liz Lemon "I want to go there".

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  29. Glad you've outgrown this period of your life that I SO remember! Your Mom and I were scared! You HAVE outgrown it, haven't you????????

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  30. This reminds me so much of the days when I first moved to Lake Tahoe except we drank, waited tables and snowboarded every. single. day. It was really hard to stop and finally decide to grow up. In fact, I'm not entirely sure I have, grown up that is.

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  31. i love this... i'm from MI and reading this makes me want to take a trip back home!

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  32. I went to Macinac on choir tour one summer in HS, and when I started reading this post, I was thinking, "Surely she's not talking about the same place." Crazy how small a world it is. I cannot believe you worked there!

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  33. I went there one time as a kid. I'd love to go back now that I might be old enough to enjoy it properly.

    I had a hunch this is what you were talking about, but it also kinda sounded like Key West.

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  34. Do us native michiganders a favor fudgies and try to tone down your love of "up north." We love your tourism dollars, but we really, REALLY hate it when your call our towns quaint and charming. Most of us don't even live in those towns because the homes there are so out of our price range. Thanks fudgies!

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