And devoted Game of Thrones fans like me have been waiting years for this day.
Years!
It’s the beginning of the end….. and unless you’ve been living under a rock, you’ve probably heard a little something about it.
To be honest, I wasn’t on board with GOT at first. Fantasy is not my genre and I didn’t see the appeal. But then I stumbled on a copy of the first book at a doctor’s office and was hooked. I flew through them all… which is saying something. (Have you seen them? The Easter Island moai weigh less.)
And having read the books, I had to binge watch seasons 1-3.
Yes, I had to.
Holy crap!
Thrones never disappoints.
Did I mention there are dragons?
Well, there are.
And they rock.
And cook… apparently.
I won’t drone on about about the fantastic global locations, the intricate plot lines or the multi dimensional characters. I won’t wax poetic about the wow factor or the oh no they didn’t! jaw dropping twists and turns.
Suffice it to say there’s never been a television show quite like Game of Thrones, and there probably never will be again.
When there’s snow on the ground, we get wild turkey visitors. They come in for the bird seed that falls under the feeders and while the husband will shoo them off due to the copious amounts of poo they leave behind….
I usually enjoy their comical turkey antics.
Until yesterday.
When it turned into a brawl.
It went on for what seemed like forever.
Two combatants, who I assume were males fighting for spring mating rites…
Went at it hard and heavy.
They bounced, and flew, and scrambled, and chased each other all over the back yard…
Until this happened.
Not sure if you can tell by the picture…
By one bird literally had his beak down the throat of the other.
They seemed to be stuck… and were thrashing like crazy.
It was horrible to watch.
While I usually don’t interfere in nature, after what seemed like an eternity I finally went outside and made some noise.
Getting a reservation is tough as they only do 3 seatings a night, but it’s well worth the wait.
Walking in, I’m always struck by the low ceilings and even lower lamp placement.
I know we were a shorter race of people back in 1786…
But were we that short?
There was a raucous crowd of 95 downstairs, celebrating someone’s 50th birthday. I would dearly have loved to join them, ( some arrived in a hearse!) but our waitress escorted us up the stairs.
To a quiet dining room with dated wallpaper and curtains, where we were given the menu.
It changes weekly, and all meals are 5 course for $36.95.
You’re welcome.
And thank you for the fine Patron margaritas….
Okay, this is getting out of hand.
The food was lovely.
Home baked wheat bread with honey butter.
Scallop stuffed mushroom caps… which I ate too quickly to photograph.
Caesar salad.
Bacon wrapped Filet mignon with sweet fig demi glace, medium rare and tender enough to slice with your spoon.
I was too full for dessert but since it was included, the husband had his white chocolate raspberry cheesecake there… and took mine to go.
We waddled out some time later, only to be blocked in by the hearse.
Seriously… you have to love people who rent hearse transportation for their birthday parties.
I didn’t even know that was possible.
But now I totally want to pick up the girls for a night out sometime soon!
We celebrated at a friend’s house, and naturally he was speechless.
Okay, at first he didn’t know what the hell it was.
But that’s not always a bad thing. And he could honestly say no one had ever given him a rock before… so that should count for something.
But if you thought that was odd?
Witness the gift our friends gave him.
At first it was a box filled with the weirdest packing peanuts I’d ever seen.
Then it was a little box that said..
And then…
And…
Are you noticing the trend?
This went on forever.
And while I’m sure it was funnier with the 3 margaritas I’d had, even sober ….you have to applaud the effort.
Finally he reached the end.
And I thought, oh yeah.
This is going to be good.
I was wrong.
Very, very wrong.
Huh?
Turns out it was a war nickel which had popped up while my husband was playing poker with the guys a while back. Husband is a coin collector, and had explained what it was to the group.
River's world..... 