We had a nice weekend here. Saturday Brian and Jack started a new remodeling project. They knocked a huge hole in the wall to make a new doorway between the living room and the breakfast room. I think it is going to be really cool. Jack thought it was just fantastic that he was allowed to hit the wall with a hammer.
My mom and dad were so nice to come over Saturday night so we could have an evening out at a bar! where they don't allow kids! with a bunch of friends! We met at a sports bar we've been to many times, and then we all decided to check out a new bar- for those of you here in K.C.- called Tonic in downtown Overland Park. RUDE people, bad service. When we walked in- there were tons of empty tables with little "Reserved for VIP" signs on them. We asked if was ok to sit at one, and the young buff waiter had to get on a little walkie talkie thing and ask somebody. This bar is not very big. And nearly empty. He said "They're in a meeting. I don't know what to tell you. Wait here." A meeting. At 10 pm on a Saturday night. So since we had already gotten drinks at the bar, we decided to wait. Some other young buff fellow came over and told us (there are 8 of us mind you) that we could all squeeze into this one booth, "unless you just want to leave." Huh? Do you want us to leave your empty bar at 10:00 on a Saturday night, while we all have perfectly good money to spend?! He proceeded to tell us the bar is in "transition" complete with finger quotes around the word transition, and that a d.j. would soon be there and a lot of people would be coming for that. Actually, he was right. It did pretty much transition into a hopping little meat market, and people were being seated at the VIP tables around us. The scantily clad waitresses did an excellent job of ignoring us most of the night, but we stayed to have some drinks. It was just SO good to go out like grown ups and catch up with our friends.
Then this morning we had pancakes and bacon, lounged around in our pajamas until noon, and did a bunch of nothing. In the afternoon Jack went with Pa Pa to watch some trains and feed the chickens, and Nora and I went to my favorite thrift store and scored these:
I saw them the last time I was there, but resisted. Today I just couldn't. I looked around the whole store before cruising back over to get them. There's something about them that I love. Each has its own little cup- maybe for tartar sauce? How come no one else thought they were cute? Oh, and I also got a pink and red striped tea towel that is going to become a summer skirt for Nora. Wish me luck.