(That looks more like an ostrich egg, but who am I to turn down free food?)
I love to comment on other people’s blogs and have them comment on mine.
(Yes…. Yes I can.)
For me, it’s all about connecting. And I’ve been doing it for over 14 years.
Finding a small tribe of like minded weirdos is comforting, and I enjoy it.
So while I’m relatively new here, and I realize WordPress is a large site with scores of people who try to profit from, or make a living out of it…. I’m constantly dumbfounded by the amount of shadow bloggers who inhabit this space.
They like my post, sometimes they follow me…. when I know damn well they’ve never read a single word I’ve written.
Do they even exist?
Example.
This person (?) has 418 followers…
And 85 likes on a post that isn’t even a post.
WTH?
How can you like something that doesn’t exist?
(Okay, never mind… that’s fabulous.)
But please tell me what the point is here, because I’m confused.
In case you didn’t notice, Sunday night ushered in episode 1 of the final season of the epic HBO series Game of Thrones.
I’m a huge fan girl and had been looking forward to it for a long time.
I was wearing my shirt…
Twitching in anticipation…
And expecting the usual – I don’t like GOT even though I’ve never actually watched GOT – look from my husband.
It goes something like this….
But this was the final season!
I was excited, I was nervous, I was sad….
But I was also speechless, because at 9:00 Sunday morning my husband…. the husband who for 8 years had refused to even entertain the idea of watching GOT… asked to watch GOT.
From the beginning.
I was shocked.
And quickly hit the DVR before he changed his mind.
So we watched GOT.
For 15 hours!!
All of season 1 and most of season 2.
He loved it…. and was absolutely hooked.
It took all the restraint I could muster not to wear a smug satisfied grin.
And no, I didn’t even say that.
Although it damn near killed me not to.
Monday morning brought Patriots Day (a New England recognized holiday) and my husband…. asking for more GOT.
10:00 in the morning till 11:30 at night.
Season 2 and most of 3.
Epic!
He’s never binge watched a series in his entire life, but at the rate he’s going he’ll be able to watch the final season with me in real time.
That’s the good news.
The bad news?
When I asked him halfway through season 1 who his favorite character was and he said Ned Stark.
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!
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