This weekend we drove west to hang out in Blacksburg. Though it looked like we would not be able to get there and back again, we did do just that.
Friday night we had a nice dinner at 622 North. Neither of us had ever been there. Part of the building is a bar with pool tables and the other side is where your parents go while you shoot pool and drink shots. We sat on the parent side. We both had an excellent cocktail before dinner and enjoyed our meals.
Saturday we took a very long walk in the snow and worked up an appetite for a late lunch at The Cellar.
Saturday evening we sat in the hotel bar for a drink:
The snow storm started up again and the hotel sent people home early:
Because of the storm, the hotel restaurant was serving a short menu which didn’t appeal to us and so this is what happens when you eat a late lunch and a storm won’t quit: (Junk: it’s what’s for dinner)
Aside from the misstep of not planning on snacks and a bottle of wine for the room, we had a great time.
Friday night I asked the better-half if he could make me a side car with the juice from half a tangerine. Yes, we had half a tangerine in the house, go figure. Boy howdy, that’s a good drink.
Last night we enjoyed them with the juice from tangelos:
I may have a new favorite drink.
After taking a bunch of brush to the landfill, the better-half said he was going to his favorite flower shop. Nothing says romance like rolling to the dump on Valentine’s. I was a little more excited than was necessary. And the flowers are very pretty:
We made Steak Diane, asparagus and roasted potatoes with a mushroom purée. Oh yeah!
A pretty good Saturday and a pretty good way to spend Valentine’s.
First there was the stare down contest in which the rules changed so rapidly, I forgot what we were playing. Then, the worst thing ever during I Spy. I spy something gray. There were too many giggles so I knew the answer was my hair.
So, our leaves still sit in the street. One day my prince leaf truck will come. New mega recycle bins were doled out today and we did not get one. I’m a little sad because we are recycling fiends. Oh well, next round of bins will surely correct that. Or, there is something about our side of the street that is cursed–mountains of leaves and no new recycle bins.
This morning, at 4am, there was a noise in the kitchen best described as 4 wind chimes being thrown on a concrete pad. The culprit was in our bedroom faster than you can say “wha?”. The better-half channeled his grandmother and said “what in the world”–that phrase tickles me to no end–and then we went downstairs to see some items on the floor (the noise was likely my travel coffee mug) and other things strewn about the counter. The faucet was on. The faucet, people, was on.
We saw a few shows this year and I just asked the better-half what his top three were. He answered: 1) Broken Bells, 2) Rodrigo & Gabriela and 3) Fleetwood Mac.
My top three are: 1) Broken Bells, 2) Fleetwood Mac and 3) David Wax Museum.
Honestly, there were some really good shows and only one that blew (Earth, Wind and Fire). We walked out of that show and it’s hard to know if it was the band, the venue or both. For certain, I won’t go back to that venue.
2014 can go ahead and fade into oblivion as far as I’m concerned. Humans all over the planet were really frightful to each other this year. Dude, how are we supposed to explore the galaxy if we are still fighting amongst ourselves?
We raked leaves yesterday and are still waiting to find out when the city will stroll through with the collector truck. The leaf piles in the neighborhood are reaching epic proportions.
We only have one more gift to buy and by “we” I mean not me. Everything is wrapped and the wine is ready to haul to my parent’s for Christmas dinner.
Today we made our first batch of chex party mix. Sausage balls will follow soon and the ham goes in for a spin in the oven overnight. The house will smell so good tomorrow morning. I hope the smell makes up for having to get up at o’dark 30 tomorrow for work. I miss the days of my office closing for a week or more.
I asked the better-half if we have to run around naked at 6:03EST. He said that may be a bit cold. It would probably scare the neighbors too. Instead I’ll leave you with this.
Have you been listening to Serial? We’ve been parceling it out and I just found out next week’s episode is the last for this season. We’ve been back and forth over the innocence of Adnan. I think we are both leaning towards innocence right now, but a couple of episodes back he was guilty. We have episodes 10 and 11 to catch up with before next week.
I just finished watching The Game on BBC. Pretty good twist at the end, but a bit formulaic. Although, that formula is more than made up for it by the hair and cheekbones of Tom Hughes.
I’m a third of the way through The Bone Clocks by David Mitchell. I loved his Cloud Atlas and so far I’m enjoying this book too. I have to keep reading not only because the story is compelling, but I only have the book out from the library for 14 days. It’s a long book and I’m at the point where I need the characters to start overlapping because you know it’s going to happen. I find it interesting there are tie-ins to his other books.