Went to the Harp & Fiddle twice with musiquephan (and others). A grand time was had by all. The first was a Halloween party and finehorses was there as well. I dressed as a fairy. First time I've ever dressed as one and I was awfully cute. Sorry, I forgot to get Dave to take a pic so you'll just have to take my word for it. I bought WINGS! I really really wanted the big ones, but that seemed a bit much for sitting in a bar. Maneuvering would have been difficult and even with the small ones I kept whacking people every time I moved. Mostly Dave (poor Dave) and innocent passersby.
The second time we went for the Guinness Oyster Fest and Corned Beef & Curry. "Curry" is a damn awesome fiddle player! A different band, The McCabes (their fiddle player is the one on the far right) were playing on the outdoor stage and they ended shortly after CB&C started playing. They came inside to drink and listen to the music and Curry invited them up to play with them. Their fiddle player was pretty great, too, and crazy shy for being a performer. You almost expected him to blush the entire time, but talented!
In between those 2 visits we had an awesome Samhain ritual with our CUUPs group. It was led by the Leadership Team, except this time it was really led by musiquephan and the LT said "Awesome ideas!" as support. lololol She had visited a Reclaiming group the year before that had done this rite and wanted to share it with us. It was lovely.
At some point in time between those 2 visits (their Halloween party was early) Dave and I decided to try to recoup our expenses from The Entertainment Book, which we buy every year and are lucky to get back our investment because 1) we forget 2) we're lazy and/or 3) we rarely go out. We have been working at going out more. Working hard at it in fact and have actually been doing so! (Just this past Saturday we went to a movie. Read a few paragraphs down.) So we opted to try a little pub restaurant close to our house and use a coupon from the book. Being the good parents we are, we told Kev he could come along and eat, too.
It was located on a street that has 2 parts to it (parts that are not necessarily obvious that they are connected to each other). We of course parked on the wrong part. But it was fairly warm and looked as if the rain would hold off so we walked to the other part. We open the doors and it is small, too dark to tell if it is dirty, and near empty. We got a quizzical look from the waitress as we sat at a table in the bar. "Would you like a drink?", she says in an incredulous voice, which throws me since we are in a BAR. "We'd like food," I reply. "Oh. We only have wings. Sorry." I repeat it back to her, she confirms, mumbles another "I'm sorry" and we get up and leave. WTF? The coupon listed some wonderful food choices. Later that night I was telling this to my daughter and she said since the smoking ban took effect a lot of bars have quit serving food or only serve a wee bit of it because if less than 20%(?) of your profits are from food you are exempt from the ban. Aaaahhhhh. The Entertainment Book was published long before this occurred.
So, back we go walking. Kev wants to go to Ruby Tuesday. He has been bitching to begin with because he doesn't like to take chances with his dinner and this little hitch brings a stream of discontent in 17 year old grumble style. There is another little
Now. I have never had a meatball casserole. In my head, the damn thing should be meatballs, some sort of hash brown potatoes, and cheese baked in a casserole type dish. Why? Because that is the image that popped into my head when I read "meatball casserole". Um. Nope. It was three huge meatballs, a wee bit of red sauce, and a mere sprinkling of cheese. (My daughter informs me that is what it is supposed to be - humph! - but when she orders it, it often comes with ziti.) No pasta did I get, nor hash brown type potatoes *cries*.
So Kev's hoagie was apparently meant to feed a family of six based on its size. It was delicious, according to him and finally we had quieted the "Ruby Tuesday" mantra of the evening. Dave's burger appeared to have involved sacrificing an entire half of a cow as it was the biggest I had ever seen. Half cow burger = happy Dave. I attempt to smother my disappointment at my dish's appearance by putting a happy look on my face. I don't think I succeeded as I believe it came off as a cross between "FUCK!!!" and "Well, at least it is food." As to the second half of that look - oh I couldn't have been more wrong. The "meat"balls were those frozen things smushed with some sort of unnatural compressor that makes them more dense than lead. They tasted like these. Oh, and there was a ton of spices to hide the toxic flavor. FAIL. I was starving. I tried to eat them. They hit my stomach like bowling balls. I stopped trying. I ate something later at home after my stomach stopped being angry at me for the assault. Next time - Ruby Tuesday!! Which, as fate would have it, was last night. Kev and I enjoyed it immensely. Dave was at home with Tyler-the-grandson.
Kev needed a suit for the Senior Rec dinner and dance cruise on The Gateway Clipper, so we went to the Mall and that is how we ended up eating at Ruby Tuesday, home of the best Mojito in the galaxary. And I bought - after two years of futile searching and finally changing my parameters of "want", these boots at Macy's. I really didn't want a wedge heel, but I couldn't find anything in the style I wanted with a decently low heel and my feet just cannot tolerate high heels. I also bought a pair of brown shorter boots at JCPenney's. (I see by the link that they are cheaper, hhhhmmm ... must call Penney's and have that fixed.) They are being ordered and should be in in a day or so. I couldn't put off buying boots any longer as the mud at the Ren Fest removed the heels from one pair. The other pair (an exact duplicate of the now heelless ones) in an effort at solidarity with the first pair split its sole as soon as I put them on. The old old pair looks like shit, the soles were getting very thin, and I was going to see if they were salvageable via the cobbler if I hadn't found anything last night. I'm still not throwing out the old old pair, damnit!
The movie we saw on Saturday. Changeling. It was beautifully shot, a good script, and well acted, but disturbing as hell. Go see it, pendamuse .
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