It felt good. The brain cell thing. I haven't had to think like that in a very, very long time. That's the thing about having a job that you could basically do in your sleep. Your brain gets lazy. It forgets how to string together the stuff that makes other stuff make sense. So yeah, it was good practice... I needed it.
But, just because I was busy during the day utilizing my brain until the point where it hurt and was threatening to shut right down and not do anything more thinking (it came close I tell ya and thank goodness it didn't because who knows what might have happened then!!) doesn't mean I didn't get to enjoy the evenings. Which I did. Along with 14 other people.
Shopping not being a huge attraction for me, I almost opted out of the planned event. We were going to an outlet mall and a quick search on the web indicated that, well, no, not so much. For me, visiting the stores that were being offered wasn't really something I wanted to do. And then, someone else said they were going to a different mall and asked if I wanted to join them. Another web search and it was a definate maybe...
And, being the touristy kind of girl I am, and one who isn't afraid to do what she wants, when she wants, no matter how good or bad it is, I took my camera. Not really, we all know I take my camera everywhere!
Who knew when I'd ever get to go to this store again. And judging from what's inside of it, uhm, yeah, it won't be too soon! Talk about out of my league! But, my fellow Canadian friend and I, we entered. We were slightly intimidated, but that only lasted for about thirty seconds. I mean really! its not like they were going to try anything on! They probably wouldn't let us! But we might touch something....
Like this.
I really liked the green one, but the shade was just a little off to properly blend with my skin tones.... Not to mention that I could buy a really good used car for what the price tag had on it. I was kind of surprised that these weren't behind glass. Locked glass. With sensors that would sound an alarm if touched.
Now these were a little more in line with what I like. Tasteful. Classy. I'm assuming the desk is where you sit down to negotiate just what kind of interest rate you'll have to pay in order to get the money to buy the trousers! Or sign the documents handing over your first born!
After spending time in fantasyland, we headed out for dinner. And that's one of the things that, when travelling for business and trying to toss in a little bit of pleasure, really wreaks havoc with, well, life and its digestive system. Late dinners, food that you wouldn't normally eat, drinking that you wouldn't normally do... well, okay, maybe not the drinking part, but you get what I mean. Having dinner at 8 or 8:30 at night just doesn't sit well with this old body. So when we decided to have something to eat we thought, nice and light and maybe a glass of white grape rather than the red.
OH.MY.GOSH!!!!.... Not the place to go when you're looking for a small meal a little later in the evening!
This greeted us as we walked in the door. Now, I am not a huge dessert person. But I certainly wanted to be one after looking at this display of total decadence. As we were being led to our table, I took a look around to see what other people were eating. I was absolutely dumbfounded by what I was witnessing... Huge plates. Huge portions. So big were the portions, it was kind of sick actually.
Making the healthy and appropriate decision for the sake of my digestive system, I thought "salad it will be!"
Yeah, about that!
My Chicken Caeser Salad was delivered on a plate that was about 17" inches wide. And the picture doesn't really do it justice due to the angle that it was taken at.... the lettuce was stacked about 6 inches up. We were figuring the kitchen used probably 2 1/2 heads of romaine...
When it was all said and done, this was what was left. I tried. I really did. But there was no way that another morsel would make it into this body. One of our fellow diners had this:
She couldn't finish hers either. Such waste... Anyway, as we were where we were and with what we were greeted with when we first walked in the door, it was decided that one piece of cheesecake between the five of us would probably be the smart thing to do.
That there is a Pumpkin Pecan Cheesecake with fresh Whipped Cream. And with five of us digging in for two or three forkfuls, we still managed to leave some on the plate. All I can say is that the next time I go there (there's a better chance of me hitting this place than the other place!) I'm going to be very hungry and am going to be there very early.
Up next: The Rock and Roll Hall of Fame.
I shed tears, I really did.
Ciao!
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