Fang

Yesterday, my wife and I left work a bit early and headed to downtown Dallas for an event that began at the Adolphus Hotel, where we spent the night. The event was the annual social gathering of people who work with associations in the area. It began with drinks at the Rodeo Bar at the Adolphus. Then, shuttles took us to Newport's Seafood & Steak Restaurant in the West End for hors d'oeuvres and more drinks, after which we were shuttled to The Maple Manor for dinner, and then to the Fairmont Hotel for dessert. It was a lavish affair, with great hors d'oeuvres and a wonderful meal (for dinner, I had pork tenderloin; my wife selected the other option, tilapia).

As usual, there were lots of door prizes. The one I would have liked to have won was dinner for two at The Palm restaurant; I've never eaten there and am unlikely to pay to do so, but I'd like to give it a try one day. Not everyone got a door prize this year, which is too bad...they didn't solicit like they had in the past. But I won a weekend night for two, with breakfast, at the Las Colinas Marriott, which will be a nice little getaway sometime for my wife and me.

We stayed up late, had too much to drink (as did most everyone else), and slept in this morning. My wife wanted breakfast when she got up, which is rare for her...if she wants breakfast, she usually wants to wait until she's been up awhile. She wasn't up to walking a long way, so I called the consierge to inquire about places for breakfast outside the hotel, within easy walking distance. Not much available, he said, and suggested the best place for breakfast would be The Bistro in the hotel. Dallas is undergoing a downtown building/renovation boom for housing (lofts & condos), but the "roll up the sidewalks" ambience goes on. We decided to have breakfast in the hotel restaurant, which turned out to be a good choice. My wife had poached eggs with corned beef hash and I had chilaquiles. Both were good.

While we were having breakfast, a waitress who was serving a couple seated near us asked what kind of milk they wanted for their breakfast cereal: "Do you want whole milk, skimmed milk, or two percent?" That struck my wife as funny. She said, "Now, which cow would you like that milk from: Bessie, Rosie, Daisie, or Fang?" I found that really funny and started laughing hysterically.

After calming down, we started talking about creating a skit for Saturday Night Live, in which there would be a couple seated at a restaurant. Like this morning's scenario, a waitress would ask the couple, "Do you want whole milk, skimmed milk, or two percent?" Then, when the couple responds, the waitress would draw back the curtains on the 'wall' next to the couple's table, revealing a large window into a barn. In the barn there would be four cows with the appropriate name tags hanging from their necks. The waitress would then ask, "Now, which cow would you like that milk from: Bessie, Rosie, Daisie, or Fang?"

We got home just after noon and my wife immediately decided to take a nap. I don't do naps, at least not often. It has been raining on and off for a while, so yard work is not in the cards for today, but I imagine tomorrow will be a good time to clean up a bit more. Next week is the week for bulk trash pickup, so I need to clear out branches, vines, etc. and put them out front for pickup. Maybe I'll be very energetic and get more done this weekend than last.