Fabulous friendships
Potsie and Demon. Potsie’s on the right!
Travel is a wonderful and rewarding experience, but it’s the friendships I make, strengthen, renew and share that are the most special and cherished for me.
This trip is no exception. We started it with a bang-up stop in Dallas to see our buddy, Potsie. Pots and I met online almost six years ago—no I wasn’t two-timing on Poor John—on a cookery website.
It took about two minutes to figure out that we shared a wicked and sassy sense of humour. Soon we were causing mayhem as we marauded across the cooking site. Talk about a pair of disruptive, albeit entertaining, forces.
We popped in to see Potsie in Dallas in 2009, when we were on our way to Africa for a year. That’s when I realized he was an accomplished maker of Southern US food and probably Dame Edna Everage’s biggest fan.
Potsie’s big claim to fame—he gave hubby his downtrodden name. I think it was just after Poor John and I jumped out of an airplane to go skydiving in Namibia, that Potsie, along with my sister, Susan, started asking ‘and how is Poor John doing?’. Trust me folks, I don’t MAKE him do this stuff.
Commemorative stamps in commemorative style!
Anyway, we had a wonderful stay in Dallas. Saw the Chihuly exhibit at the Dallas Arboretum, the cattle drive in Pioneer Plaza, the Old Red Museum, the scene of JFK’s shooting and much more. We also ate very, very well!
Thanks Pots. Hope you enjoy the Dame Edna goodies!
In case you don’t know, Dame Edna is an Australian institution. She rose from being a simple housewife from Moonee Ponds, Victoria, to being a super megastar. We brought Potsie one of her aprons, a strip of commemorative stamps and a first-day cover. Potsie framed the stamps in style, complete with lots of purple and some flashy eyeglasses. Dame Edna would approve.
As an aside, Barry Humphries and his alter egos are making an Eat, Pray, Laugh farewell tour in Australia and New Zealand. It ends in February 2013. See it if you can.
Where to next? 
Hi Peggy,
Thanks for introducing us to Potsie; and for pointing out that he is the one on the right! The apron was a bit of a giveaway but sometimes you just can’t tell so it’s good to have a bit of clarification. That Dame Edna memorabilia looks good too. I’m sure Potsie will enjoy cooking in the apron. I’m pleased you and Poor John had such a good time in Dallas. Are you now on your way to, or in, Nebraska? I hope it’s a little cooler there than it was in Dallas. We have a bit of cool here which is very nice. I guess you won’t be watching the Olympics and I probably won’t be either. The Nine Network’s coverage is being hosted by two people whom I don’t recognise and some of the commentary is worse than usual; if that’s possible. Think mangling the English language and you’ll be on the right track. We have won a gold medal though: the women’s 4 X 100 freestyle relay. Yay Oz!!
Thank you for all the great photos and stories and say ‘hello’ to Poor John and your family.
Best wishes
Louise
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The Dame Edna memorabilia will good a good workout at Potsie’s place. I couldn’t have thought of a better present.
We’re in central Nebraska at the moment—catching up with more wonderful friends. Not seeing much of the Olympics, but did enjoy the opening ceremony. Hellos from here to you.
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Oh how wonderful, Possums! I’ve never had a feature article written about me. Demon and I feel like A list celebrities.
The attention has gone straight to Demon’s head. He is such a publicity whore. He’s hiding under the covers for the moment trying to avoid the paparazzi.
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Demon is a real tart — must have learned it from his dad. 🙂
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Hey mumsie, glad to see you’re eating well. Thinking of food and Dame Edna I saw this quote from her the other day “Aren’t we lucky nowadays to have allergies. Back in my day we didn’t have them, we just said ‘Your food makes me sick'”.
Obviously not appropriate for you and Potsie but I thought you might enjoy it anyway.
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Hi Lib
Thanks for reminding us that Dame Edna always brings the world back to earth. 🙂
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