Yesterday I got home from work early, called Wes to see if he’d come home on time so we’d have a nice evening and dinner. (He’s been a bit busy at the shop). And then I lounged on my wonderful sun warmed patio and read a book. And then I decided to I’d better come up with a good dinner since that was the lure to get Wes home. So between chapters I worked on a nice loaf of rosemary garlic bread to go with steak, potatoes, ceasar salad, and a bloomin’ onion.
Tra la la.
Wes stepped in the door around 6:40. He was on the phone. Gladys was running away. I chased Gladys. I caught Gladys. And gaspingly went back home. And Wes told me that our friends wanted us to go out to dinner with them. In a limo. To eat at some great places.
How can you turn that down? You can’t. So in a blazing twenty minutes, we transformed ourselves, shoved Gladys in her kennel, waved goodbye to the merrily rising bread and toodled off in our Forrester to meet them in their limo.
Getting driven around in a limo is slightly different than bombing around in our forrester.
First stop was the melting pot. Great first stop. We indulged in cheeses, breads, fruit and veggies. And I’ll have to say, when Wes ordered the Swiss cheese, I was a little dubious. But great things happen when you melt Swiss with a little white wine, garlic, nutmeg (who knew?) and perhaps something else. Killer combo.
We then were picked up by our trusty steed and transported a few blocks down to Hamiltons. And that was a pleasurable experience. Beef tenderloin, crispy shallots, garlic mashed potatoes, asparagus, chicken and pancetta over pasta, mixed greens, bread…
And then. We went back to Melting Pot for dessert. heh. I think only one person in our party thought it was slightly ridiculous to make a return trip. And it wasn’t me. I politely went face down in the chocolate. Scrumptious.
Back into the limo where we all stretched out and groaned a bit, (or at least I did) and chuckled about getting chauffeured around. And then we were back in the forrester headed home.
We were greeted by Houdini at the front door.
Apparently Gladys was not too fond of spending her evening in her kennel and somehow managed to escape.
Not quite sure how she managed this but I feel like there was a lot of thrashing around going on. After wondering where she had camped out for the evening, I finally found a nice Gladys size indention smack dab in the middle of our bed, centered between the two massive pillows. It was as if she was trying to be adorable while thoroughly breaking rules.
Bread came out of the oven around midnight and while its about twice its normal size, we’re trying it out for dinner.
Swell, swell evening. Not every Thursday do you get to pretend you’re VIP. Brought back great memories of this puppy.
Alright. Signing off. Thanks friends.