Although we have a small kitchen in our hotel room, we eat out often. Lunch is easy - with all of these city dwellers there are lots of places to have lunch, but not so many places for supper. As I mentioned before, there are lots of bar/grill type places, lots of brewery/cafes. Many of the lunch places close before suppertime, and what is left is often "high dollar" restaurants. Toby and I have walked all over the city looking for just the right place to eat. Sometimes we eat at the mall food court, sometimes something fancy, but most of the time we eat at the bar/grill places.
Last night we found one we really like. It did not have the rowdy crowd of after work drinkers. The food was good, the sports channels were on, and we had a nice time. The funny thing was that in one part of the restaurant they had a speed dating night going on. How very interesting! I am not sure how well this works, but I guess it is a good way to meet a person who is looking for someone to date. Our waitress, who reminded me very much of my niece, Nina, thought the whole thing was pretty funny. Toby and I watched a little, but not much. We wondered what people talked about in the few minutes of their "date". What would be the question you would ask first? Toby and I play-acted as if we were speed dating. It was silly, but funny. Toby kept asking me, "So, Lou, what is your favorite thing to do?' I replied I thought that was a stupid question, try again. AS soon as I said it, I realized that was not a good answer. It would have ended the "date" pretty darn quick. Either I am not very good at speed dating, or I am very good at it.
I got an email from Jesse last night. She sent me this link and said the article reminded her of me and her together. There were several things about the article that I knew were like us, but which things did she mean? Could it have been the part where the mom decided to go on the cross-country trip with her daughter or was it the part about the robust figure. Maybe it was the part about her mom being "open-minded." Here is an expert, but read the whole article:
But Avis Hotchkiss, Effie’s open-minded mother, refused to allow her daughter to embark upon this trip alone. But, instead of forbidding her daughter to make the trip, she joined her. A sidecar to accommodate Avis’ robust figure became a necessity, and she was nestled in for the long haul.
I think Jesse was right; the article does remind me of her and me. Since I cannot see Jesse speed dating, I think you boys out there need to beware. Jesse may just have to run over some guy to find herself a husband. - like Effie did.