Busy weekend this past 3 days. Elanna had her photography class this weekend so I was on my own for most of it.
Friday, Ninsi, Phlome, Reptile, uhm Reptiles wife (does she have a nickname yet?), went to the open house studios at The Continental Gin Building, which was very cool. Of course, little did we know we were missing our planned activity for Saturday night, more in that later.
Saturday, much of the same group plus, Khuul, Demigobllin, and Khuul's new wife and kids headed out to Scarborough Faire. It's just on he cusp of being too hot to go but it wasn't too bad. The faire is the same fun place as always. I was looking for a cool hat to but but I just can't see paying $175 for the pirate/musketeer hat that I really like.
Saturday night the plan was to go to a nice restaurant for dinner and then a showing of the musical Wicked. We has decided to try out the Old Mill Inn. As you can see, it looks nice from the webpage, and they tout specials for musical hall patrons. When we arrived though the atmosphere was somewhat less than fancy, more like "down home." The menu was a photocopied sheet of paper, the "music hall specials" consisted of two entree's, but that wasn't the best part. The best part had to be the bartender, I think he was about 97. I asked him if they had any Riesling, and he proceeds to pull out some kind of industrial looking flashlight and go through the cooler where they keep the wine. After about 5 minutes, he declares that they do not have any Riesling. I order a White Zin instead. He proceeds to pour me a glass of Chardonnay. I asked him if that was white Zin and he said "Oh! Is that what you ordered?" So he then gets me the White Zin. Ninsi at this point can't take it and decides not to get a drink. Which was probably the best choice. Phlome proceeds to order a Dirty Vodka Martini, and quickly informs the bartender that he would like the Stoli and not the Tvarkski vodka in it. When we get back to the table I notice he's not really drinking it. I look and there seems to be quite a lot of "stuff" floating in the Martini. I ask him if he's not drinking it because of the white stuff,and he says "I'm okay with the white stuff, I think it's Olive, it's the brown spot with wings that's really bothering me"
And to top it all off, I look at the Tickets as we are walking to the Theater, they are for Friday Night not Saturday.....
