Splitting a bale
Last night Jodi and I got to meet the very cool magnoliafly and her very cool fiancé (does he have an LJ account?). ABC Pizza House had cheap Italian food, although the tomato sauce was nothing to write home about, even if you hadn't written home in a while. Still, at $3.99 for the plate of shells with mushrooms and cheese, it's hard to complain too much.
The weather was great until we actually tried to split up the bale of hay that was in my back seat. Then it started raining to beat the band. So I hauled it from the car to the covered entrance to the restaurant (bet they loved seeing that!), where we split it up and kept it relatively dry. Unfortunately, our goodbyes were cut short by our mutual desire to not get completely soaked, but I get the feeling we'll be meeting again, hay or no hay. They're board-game fiends and their bar is sadly unused -- as is ours -- and I hope to go geocaching with magnoliafly when she's got time. (Impending weddings don't leave a whole lot of free time.)
The weather was great until we actually tried to split up the bale of hay that was in my back seat. Then it started raining to beat the band. So I hauled it from the car to the covered entrance to the restaurant (bet they loved seeing that!), where we split it up and kept it relatively dry. Unfortunately, our goodbyes were cut short by our mutual desire to not get completely soaked, but I get the feeling we'll be meeting again, hay or no hay. They're board-game fiends and their bar is sadly unused -- as is ours -- and I hope to go geocaching with magnoliafly when she's got time. (Impending weddings don't leave a whole lot of free time.)