Alrighty, will someone please smack me upside the head if I forget to wear sneakers again the next time I visit a museum with some friends? As I mentioned before, my friend Tasha flew up with her husband to visit some family as well as to spend time with some of their friends. I was fortunate enough to get a chance to hang out with them a few days ago over in the city and it was a blast. Mostly because I haven’t seen her in so long (though oddly enough it was not as weird as I thought it would be seeing her again), but also because I got to meet her way cool husband and also spend some QT at one of the more fascinating museums in the city. Sure, I dig some good art every now and then, but put me in front of some displays of science and you’ve got me mesmerized. Heck, you can even go so far as saying I consider it mind porn and let’s face it, everyone lurves their porn right? Speaking of which, I really need to update my collection but that’s just me thinking out loud (well not really out loud, I’d imagine you catch the drift) so you can disregard that.
Unfortunately, my dumb ass decided to wear my work shoes on my little exhibit adventure so by closing time, my dogs were barking something fierce. So into my car we hopped and proceeded to make our way downtown for some after museum festivities. We drove down to the West Village to dine at one of my favorite restaurants, but we got there rather early. So we decided to get a good pre-dinner buzz going and stopped into a nearby pub for tasty spirits while we waited for both the reservation to come up and for my lovely girlfriend to make her way up from work. A couple of pints of Guiness later, we ventured over to the eatery and got some Mojitos and enjoyed a rather lovely evening of paella, enchiladas, mussels, garlic shrimp, escargot and desserts. Afterwards, we dropped them off at the train station and made our way back home.
Let me tell you, it was TORTURE walking up the damn steps to my place! With every step up, I felt as if my left foot was about to fall off it’s hinges. When I took off my shoes, I could swear I heard steam whizzing out of them and holy crap did it feel good to let them breathe a little. Sadly though, a restful night’s sleep did not do much to alleviate the pain, so the next day at work was rather unpleasant. A couple of days afterward, I am glad to say things have returned to normal in that department.
Other than that, nothing new has been going on with me lately though the little lady and I are in the beginning stages of planning a trip later in the year to Montreal. How cool is that? Anyone have any recommendations for places to stay or things to do? I’m waiting on a couple of friends to give me the skinny about that city since they’ve both been there a few times each, but I figure any bit of advice would help. The chickie and I are figuring this place would be great since it’s our favorite place to stay at when we’re in Philly, however it’s nice to weigh all of our options methinks.