The Venus VENTURE Hollidalian

After building my Spaceship VENTURE Hollidalian, I planned my trip.

The mission would take 120 days, but I brought my laptop to blog about the journey ... time flew by. I never have encountered a mechanism that can twist time like writing. Hours seem as minutes, even in the vast darkness of the universe.

I also had my trusty co-pilot Mardy, an Apple Headed Chihuahua to break the intense loneliness of the tin foil craft. They call it tin foil - but why? It is really "aluminum". Of course with a high tinsel strength and low weight, this metal was the perfect material for my vessel.

From SPEEDCAT HOLLYDALE PAGE

After a flawless landing, I grabbed my duffel bag and headed for the hotel. Yes, the rates were steep, but how often to you fly through 1 billion miles of black void in a tin foil space box?

When I arrived at the front desk a woman with purple boobs and green antenna's said, "What planet are you coming from sir?" .... what planet? How many planets were booking in to this place??

I replied, "Well, Earth of course ... are those naturally purple?"

She gave me the key to room 77, and never did answer the color quandary. Aliens are so sensitive!
Well, after such a long journey, I was parched. A grapefruit juice with a splash of diet coke on ice sounded terrific. Instead of going to my room first, I stopped at the Inter galaxy Saloon and Dinner Club. Man, what a rowdy bunch in there! We were all talking shop, and comparing notes on bio-fuel mandates from the Utopian Commission on Uranus. (I put that in special for commenters)

The only other human in the place was the waitress .... and then she walked in. The most beautiful woman I had seen in my entire life. I invited her to sit at my table, and she obliged. We laughed, talked, and danced for hours! After a few more grapefruits, I got my nerve up and asked to to come up for a nightcap in my luxury suite. She asked if it was the one with the hot tub, and I said, "YOU BETCHA". Even though this verbal outburst clearly gave me away as a Minnesotan, she did not seem to mind.
After turning the key and opening the door to room 777, I stripped down to my bathing trunks and hopped right in. She sat on the edge, drinking some champagne.
Maybe it was the new planet, maybe it was the lighting ... who knows, but I asked her to marry me.

She said, "Why would I want to marry a man that drives a tin foil box?"

. . ... and where is my dog??