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Last night, Sis KP asked if I wanted to go to First Night, which happens every first Friday of the month downtown. It's an open car show, and supposedly the lofts downtown are open for touring and there's supposed to be live music and stuff.
Well, there were a lot of cars. Lots and lots and I wished I had my camera to take pictures of the Mustangs, the Belvedere GTXs, the GTOs, the Nash Rambler, the Bel Airs, the orange '67 Dodge Charger with John Schneider's and James Best's signatures on the console, the Impalas...yeah, in other words, there were a ton of old muscle cars down there, some antique classics as well, a few interesting new cars (lots of recent 'vettes with interesting paint jobs and retooled bodies) - just fun stuff, all around.
There was a band playing in a nightclub and we could hear it from the street. There was also a cute little place called the 'Twilight Bistro' which I kind of want to go back and try sometime. Of course, both of the Italian restaurants downtown were making money hand over fist and KP and I got stopped at an art gallery where there is a live, theatre-in-the-round production of something called "The Radiator Game" and asked if we wanted to attend. I could tell by the flyer KP wouldn't enjoy it but hope to possibly go tomorrow by myself to see it. Besides, the actors were hanging around outside the gallery, being all flirty and stuff. Who doesn't want to go flirt with actors? :D
None of the lofts were open, of course - we found out around eight o'clock that the loft tours open at four o'clock and close at seven. Drat. I wanted to see them. Oh, and speaking of which - there were comments about the lofts in the newspaper this a.m. in the 'sound off' column - (1) Lofts aren't for people who have kids or any lives at all; (2) Lofts aren't good for anything; if you want to just walk to your neighborhood grocery, you can't; (3) Lofts aren't designed for people who have kids, they're designed for people who travel a lot and can't be bothered taking care of a yard and that sort of thing. Now I wish I'd seen the article that prompted the comments.
Today, I had planned on driving up to Ft. Branch for the dogs to see the vet and get their annual shots. The alarm going of at five-thirty did nothing for my mood, so instead, I decided I'd go next Saturday. I got to Mom's around ten-thirty and KP showed up about forty-five minutes later. Sis KS called and said she was staying home so we three went out to eat Vietnamese food at the little restaurant here in town. I didn't have pho this time; got a rice noodle bowl instead with chopped up egg roll as my 'meat'. Mmmm. So good. Mom was so cute, she ordered the same thing KP did, a ginger chicken bowl, and even tried to use the chopsticks. She didn't do too bad for her first time (and being in her seventies). She finally gave up, saying, "I'm never going to get a meal eating with these." After filling up on rice noodles and veggies and jasmine tea, we headed to Borders so I could pick up volume nineteen of FMA, then we went to Rural King (like Target for rednecks), and I got a pair of shorts for five dollars, two long-sleeved t-shirts for three dollars apiece and a bunch of socks, really, really cheap. I also got a lunge whip - yay! - for four-fifty. (No, I don't need a lunge whip; not only do I not have a horse, I don't have a boyfriend to play pony games with, but at least I'm ready. For either possibility.)
Well, there were a lot of cars. Lots and lots and I wished I had my camera to take pictures of the Mustangs, the Belvedere GTXs, the GTOs, the Nash Rambler, the Bel Airs, the orange '67 Dodge Charger with John Schneider's and James Best's signatures on the console, the Impalas...yeah, in other words, there were a ton of old muscle cars down there, some antique classics as well, a few interesting new cars (lots of recent 'vettes with interesting paint jobs and retooled bodies) - just fun stuff, all around.
There was a band playing in a nightclub and we could hear it from the street. There was also a cute little place called the 'Twilight Bistro' which I kind of want to go back and try sometime. Of course, both of the Italian restaurants downtown were making money hand over fist and KP and I got stopped at an art gallery where there is a live, theatre-in-the-round production of something called "The Radiator Game" and asked if we wanted to attend. I could tell by the flyer KP wouldn't enjoy it but hope to possibly go tomorrow by myself to see it. Besides, the actors were hanging around outside the gallery, being all flirty and stuff. Who doesn't want to go flirt with actors? :D
None of the lofts were open, of course - we found out around eight o'clock that the loft tours open at four o'clock and close at seven. Drat. I wanted to see them. Oh, and speaking of which - there were comments about the lofts in the newspaper this a.m. in the 'sound off' column - (1) Lofts aren't for people who have kids or any lives at all; (2) Lofts aren't good for anything; if you want to just walk to your neighborhood grocery, you can't; (3) Lofts aren't designed for people who have kids, they're designed for people who travel a lot and can't be bothered taking care of a yard and that sort of thing. Now I wish I'd seen the article that prompted the comments.
Today, I had planned on driving up to Ft. Branch for the dogs to see the vet and get their annual shots. The alarm going of at five-thirty did nothing for my mood, so instead, I decided I'd go next Saturday. I got to Mom's around ten-thirty and KP showed up about forty-five minutes later. Sis KS called and said she was staying home so we three went out to eat Vietnamese food at the little restaurant here in town. I didn't have pho this time; got a rice noodle bowl instead with chopped up egg roll as my 'meat'. Mmmm. So good. Mom was so cute, she ordered the same thing KP did, a ginger chicken bowl, and even tried to use the chopsticks. She didn't do too bad for her first time (and being in her seventies). She finally gave up, saying, "I'm never going to get a meal eating with these." After filling up on rice noodles and veggies and jasmine tea, we headed to Borders so I could pick up volume nineteen of FMA, then we went to Rural King (like Target for rednecks), and I got a pair of shorts for five dollars, two long-sleeved t-shirts for three dollars apiece and a bunch of socks, really, really cheap. I also got a lunge whip - yay! - for four-fifty. (No, I don't need a lunge whip; not only do I not have a horse, I don't have a boyfriend to play pony games with, but at least I'm ready. For either possibility.)