More on Chattanooga
So, today we escaped the hotel and went to the Dragon Dreams museum, which was everything we could possibly have wanted from a museum. It was 11 rooms of dragon themed joy, with a two room gift shop at the end. We got dragons, and they are good. The baby fell asleep while the other girls were shopping, so I sat and read with her on the porch. We stopped at a Krystals for lunch - it seems to be the Southern answer to White Castle - tiny burgers and such. As it happens, I quite like White Castle style burgers, so that was perfect. However, I may well have left my hat there when we left, which is sad. :(
We came back and the big kid and I went down to the pool. Each of the 3 hotel buildings in this complex has a pool, but I think ours is probably the nicest - it has a cute little waterfall and stuff. It was cold, but since it's 101 degrees, cold felt good. Later, Lora and the baby came down and joined us - the baby is not sure how she feels about pools and such, but she calmed down eventually and enjoyed it a little. I found that transitioning from the hot tub into the pool was a good idea - but I scraped my elbow getting into the pool. Boo.
I took the baby back up to the room to see if she would eat and sleep, which she did. I found a ST:TNG marathon on SyFy, so I watched some of that. We don't have cable at home, so I haven't been keeping up on things - but since when did SyFy broadcast wrestling? I mean, did the IGPW get a contract and no one told me?
Eventually, the baby woke up, so we went to wander the various shops in the hotel complex (it's huge, seriously) and get some nibbly things before dinner. On our way back to the room to change into our rehersal dinner clothes (we're here for a wedding - did I mention that?) I was racing with the big kid from the elevators and we tripped over each other. I scraped my knee and bruised my thigh (I fell on my wallet, which I keep in my front pocket, because it's never felt right in my rear pocket. Plus I can get at it more easily up front, and it's safer, vis a vis pick pockets. Or so I've been told.) This is clearly my trip to get injured...
Anyway. Apparently, there is no "regional" food that I should hunt for here in Chattanooga - no local dish akin to Boston Baked Beans, Philly Cheese Steaks, DC Half Smokes, Chicago pizza, or Kansas City BBQ. I find this somewhat hard to believe, but I am assured it's true. Perhaps we will make it out to one of the local BBQ places before we head home on Tuesday. And, hopefully, I will not seriously injure myself in the meantime.
I'm using a borrowed laptop, and for some reason Chrome isn't offering to correct my spelling. Turns out, I'm somewhat dependent on that to keep my posts properly spelled...
We came back and the big kid and I went down to the pool. Each of the 3 hotel buildings in this complex has a pool, but I think ours is probably the nicest - it has a cute little waterfall and stuff. It was cold, but since it's 101 degrees, cold felt good. Later, Lora and the baby came down and joined us - the baby is not sure how she feels about pools and such, but she calmed down eventually and enjoyed it a little. I found that transitioning from the hot tub into the pool was a good idea - but I scraped my elbow getting into the pool. Boo.
I took the baby back up to the room to see if she would eat and sleep, which she did. I found a ST:TNG marathon on SyFy, so I watched some of that. We don't have cable at home, so I haven't been keeping up on things - but since when did SyFy broadcast wrestling? I mean, did the IGPW get a contract and no one told me?
Eventually, the baby woke up, so we went to wander the various shops in the hotel complex (it's huge, seriously) and get some nibbly things before dinner. On our way back to the room to change into our rehersal dinner clothes (we're here for a wedding - did I mention that?) I was racing with the big kid from the elevators and we tripped over each other. I scraped my knee and bruised my thigh (I fell on my wallet, which I keep in my front pocket, because it's never felt right in my rear pocket. Plus I can get at it more easily up front, and it's safer, vis a vis pick pockets. Or so I've been told.) This is clearly my trip to get injured...
Anyway. Apparently, there is no "regional" food that I should hunt for here in Chattanooga - no local dish akin to Boston Baked Beans, Philly Cheese Steaks, DC Half Smokes, Chicago pizza, or Kansas City BBQ. I find this somewhat hard to believe, but I am assured it's true. Perhaps we will make it out to one of the local BBQ places before we head home on Tuesday. And, hopefully, I will not seriously injure myself in the meantime.
I'm using a borrowed laptop, and for some reason Chrome isn't offering to correct my spelling. Turns out, I'm somewhat dependent on that to keep my posts properly spelled...