Ok, so the date was fabulous. We did not eat sushi, but rather ended up at a new restaurant here because B read that they make old cocktail recipes that involve egg whites. Which we figured we should decide if we liked. And we do, although I nearly vaulted out of my seat when the bartender just ditched the egg yolk into the trash. Jesus man, do you know how many excellent things in life demand just the yolks??? Thusly plied with tasty cocktails we ended up having a very nice set of small plates and called it a meal. Yum.
Oh wait, before all of the eating there was the getting dressed up and guess what? I wore a really nice old dress and a pair of sneakers. I might have just parted ways with heels, which makes me a little sad. I love heels to a degree that is probably not reflected in my usual chickens-banjos-garden rambles. But I put on my favorite heels and realized that my evening of tromping around downtown would be about 35% less fun with them on. So. There's that.
And then there was the dancing. Let us just say that although we had a stupid amount of fun, the performance, well, featured a lot of embarrassing modern-dance-tweaking-out. And a sleeper of a shadow puppet show that went on forever and some pseudo breakdancing that just should not have ever happened (hey, if you like that stuff you must see this documentary, it's so fun).
ANYWAY. B and I mostly stay home and dig in the dirt and learn new tunes. Both because we don't have scads of cash and because we are wired that way. So it was quite fun to take ourselves out. Here are some pictures that I really don't look like one bit (except the one below with my mouth open, cough), because someone (you know who you are) told me that there should be more of my face on this here blog. So there you go, that should last for about another year.
Friday, February 27, 2009
Posted by Heather at 11:12 AM