Where’s the Moose?

Posted by Moose on May 25th, 2007. Filed under: Travel.

Number of bottles of wine drunk: 4

Number of gelato scoops consumed: 8

Number of mozzarella di bufula hunks shoved down my craw: Lost count after number 10.

Number of strange looks received when whipping out a stuffed moose and posing it in front of some venerable Italian monument: 17

If anyone would care to guess where the moose is perched, I already have in my possession some very impressive prizes. Pricey Italian handbags, a few marble sculptures, and a charming young Italian man who is thrilled to be going to America to “dust” some lucky lady’s “house”.

(Note: If by “pricey Italian handbags”, “marble statues” and “hot Italian man” you mean “small bottles of limoncello.”)

(Here ends the obnoxious use of quotation marks.)

There are four sets of photos, one for each place we visit. There will be a prize for each set of photos. Below is the first. Figure out where the moose is in the following three pictures (or fabricate the most entertaining story) and fame, fortune, and a hot young Italian will be yours!

Screw that. I’m keeping the hot young Italian.

Photo Op 1:

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Photo Op 2:

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Photo Op 3:

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Where to next?

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(Put your answers in the comments or email mooseinthekitchen@gmail.com.)

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7 Responses to Where’s the Moose?

  1. nic
    May 25th, 2007 at 5:21 am

    Oright, I’ll give it a shot. But since the story is in pictures, I think it is one of those books that goes from the back to the front (to be flippd through really fast).

    So, Caesar Moose IV started at the Forum Romanum in Rome, to receive blessings from the wonderful female ‘priests’ working in the temple there. He then passed by the bridge and went on to the Colloseum, where he was about to save the life of gladiator M.indeKitchen by granting her amnesty, so she didn’t have to fight the angry lions who would have liked a bite from her cute face.

    Can you send that hot italian by train to the Netherlands, please? :)

  2. tonje
    May 25th, 2007 at 6:18 am

    I was planning to delurk just to tell you how much I love that you brought your moose to Rome. But who am I kidding – I simply cannot resist an opportunity to show off my mad geography skillz: The moose is in ITALY!!! Impressing, huh ;-)

    (I’m thinking 1) Colosseum, 2) somewhere near St. Peter’s Square, the St. Peter’s Basilica in the background, and 3) Palatino/Roman Forum. If I’m right, I’m even more of a geek than I thought.)

    Also, the moose is clearly on his way to visit his hot, Italian moose-girlfriend, whom he met through an Internet dating service (we can only hope that her profile picture is accurate).

  3. Pickles & Dimes
    May 25th, 2007 at 9:25 am

    I love that you bring your moose on trips with you! Alas, I have no guesses, since I am geographically awkward.

    We bring a tiny metal figurine of The Thing from the Fantastic 4 on all our trips. Last month, it was Vegas and I almost lost him to a tragic escalator ride trying to get a cool shot.

  4. Jhianna
    May 25th, 2007 at 12:53 pm

    PleaseohpleaseohpleasecanIbethemoosebearernexttimepleaseohpleaseohplease?!?

    1) that place that was in all those VW bug commercials a few years ago. Right? Right? Umm… Gladiator! Steeeeelllllaaaaa! (damn, wrong movie)
    2) visiting his Great-Great Uncle Earl outside the famous Ranch Del Coniglio Di Moonlight Del Francesca (otherwise known as Francesca’s Bunny Ranch) which they’ve made into a museum: http://www.flickr.com/photos/27822510@N00/229761284/). Earl was such a fixture there, that his dying wish was to forevermore be well, a fixture.
    3) contemplating how good Great-Great Uncle Earl had it back then before diving head first into a giant pool filled with Limoncello.

  5. Sphincter
    May 25th, 2007 at 6:54 pm

    Hey Tonje stole my answers! Except that the Moose is clearly on his way to Vatican City, where he will have an audience with the Pope. And they will drink good German beers together, and laugh about how George W. says “nuke-u-lar.”

    I’m right, right?

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