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Rather Jolly tea is jolly indeed.
The teahouse was as all teahouses I have visited so far: way over-priced, tiny salads with 3 (count em 3) macaronis when at the moment you could really murder a small pepperoni pizza, tea with such an exquisite flavour and aroma that you feel wrapped up in contentment as you listen to the light classical piano music and enjoy the friends around you.
There is the waiter or waitress with that lovely British accent (I think that they speak alot to complete the English Afternoon tea experience for you and make you feel like maybe you really are at tea with the Queen Herself.
The waiter had fun with us, and when I myself seemed to be ordering for my indecisive mom and Melody, he suggested that maybe that was not what my mom wanted at all; maybe she wanted a beer! Then when he came back for the dessert time he basically inquired of me what we would all be having..
The slow pace (over 2 hours for tea) and the "tea experience" (that lovely content feeling you get at some magic moment in the process of tea time when the pace of your thoughts and life slows down and you feel all dreamy) all give a new/age-old perspective that you carry with you into the next week/month. It is the feeling that Melody and I can report by just saying, "I am having the tea experience." I think maybe our appearence must go all out of focus the way the women who met Kirk on the old Star Trek did.
Then Saturday was awesome too. While I was at work, Ray was buying strings and a bridge and getting the bow rehaired for the cello which my father ressurected from a box of sad peeling, shattered parts. I tell you it was a miracle. He put hours into it and stained the new parts to match the old. If we had brought it anywhere else they would have just laughed at us, charged us exorbitantly and not done any better. Last night I played Greensleves. Badly.
Today I played It is well with my Soul. It sounded like I improved by about 1 year's progress. I know that type of progress won't go on at that pace, but I may be ready for the worship band song next Friday...
The teahouse was as all teahouses I have visited so far: way over-priced, tiny salads with 3 (count em 3) macaronis when at the moment you could really murder a small pepperoni pizza, tea with such an exquisite flavour and aroma that you feel wrapped up in contentment as you listen to the light classical piano music and enjoy the friends around you.
There is the waiter or waitress with that lovely British accent (I think that they speak alot to complete the English Afternoon tea experience for you and make you feel like maybe you really are at tea with the Queen Herself.
The waiter had fun with us, and when I myself seemed to be ordering for my indecisive mom and Melody, he suggested that maybe that was not what my mom wanted at all; maybe she wanted a beer! Then when he came back for the dessert time he basically inquired of me what we would all be having..
The slow pace (over 2 hours for tea) and the "tea experience" (that lovely content feeling you get at some magic moment in the process of tea time when the pace of your thoughts and life slows down and you feel all dreamy) all give a new/age-old perspective that you carry with you into the next week/month. It is the feeling that Melody and I can report by just saying, "I am having the tea experience." I think maybe our appearence must go all out of focus the way the women who met Kirk on the old Star Trek did.
Then Saturday was awesome too. While I was at work, Ray was buying strings and a bridge and getting the bow rehaired for the cello which my father ressurected from a box of sad peeling, shattered parts. I tell you it was a miracle. He put hours into it and stained the new parts to match the old. If we had brought it anywhere else they would have just laughed at us, charged us exorbitantly and not done any better. Last night I played Greensleves. Badly.
Today I played It is well with my Soul. It sounded like I improved by about 1 year's progress. I know that type of progress won't go on at that pace, but I may be ready for the worship band song next Friday...