It's a story (but isn't everything?)
I was over at my neighbor's place (my high-class wino friend who may score us our last Park ticket and a comped Artist Point dinner) at pretty much drooled over a light blue one she had just sitting in her garage. I guess I ogled enough that she said "just take it". Apparently she snagged it from her mother when her mom passed away and it'd been sitting all lonely like in that garage for months. So, I have a nice NEW blue one in my kitchen now, and have an older white one ready for market. Should net me no less than $80 since it's in pristine condition.
Ah. Well that would explain it. Mine's white... but I wish it was red to fit in with the new kitchen.
Ah, well. I sits tucked away most often anyways.
Either we ran out of touristy things to do, or we just wore ourselves out. Probably both.

I'm familiar with that.
If you like thin crust, homemade sauce, and slabs of mozz, not shredded, this is the place for you.
I prefer a thicker crust, but the rest sounds good!
Does this photo remind you of anything??
Nope! Not a thing!
Actually, that crust doesn't look thin at all.
Mmmm... Margharita pizza...
but since we are expecting an engagement any time, we thought I should make the effort to meet them, and try to make a good impression.
I saw that "try" part and thought, "Uh, oh."
And then read that.... I knew... I
knew! that things would not go well.
Glad I was wrong.
So that's good. Sheep and horses are cool, right?
To a city slicker like me?
Yep.
Their kids are almost exactly the same ages as ours (all 5! HAHA! How coincidental is THAT?!)
That's actually kinda spooky...
Maybe they spied on you before hand.
You know that old joke about not being able to hit the side of a barn? Yeah, my almost DIL almost didn't. It was pretty funny. And, no. I'll probably never let her live it down. (I didn't try. See how smart I am?)
Beautiful shots, Liesa!
We said our good-byes, and I bit my tongue and stopped short of saying, "Hey the next time we see you might be at a wedding!".
But then again, what father really ever is?
Will it get the little freeloaders out of my house?
I like this parting shot with Emily:
Two pretty ladies.
See the joy in my double chin? Or is that too many lemon drops over the summer?
Stop that.
I don't see a double chin. I see two very pretty young ladies who look very happy.
They chose to make Rice Krispy Treats to take to the pool. Because Rice Krispy Treats.
Well.... of course.
How 'bout this for a private pool/yard??
Wow. Beautiful!
we had the incredible privilege of having my folks treat us to tickets to the Grand Ole Opry. Not the hotel; the REAL DEAL.
Nice!

You just
know it's gonna be good!
Even this is pretty tantalizing:
Jager Schnitzle? Oh, ya.
by then we both needed to leave and sadly wanted to leave.
oh.
The food was just... bad.
Man! That sucks! I would've had such high hopes!
Nothing AT ALL authentic about it, and I could have done far better in my own kitchen.
Really? (I mean about the nothing authentic) Then advertise yourself as something else.
Like an American twist to Germany or something.
Or something.
I ordered the sauerbraten which was basically an extremely dry pot roast with some gravy with added vinagar, and the sausage plate was a HUGE plate of straight out of Johnsonville kielbasas. BLECH.
Johnsonville????? Johnsonville????? Are you freaking
kidding me?????
He was totally on something, probably either inhaled or shot up, and we were all wondering if his poor friend was going to have to carry his drunk/high/stoned butt out. It was sad.
Agreed. That is sad.
Too many young people think getting hammered is "fun" or "funny" or "cool".
It's none of the above. It marks you as a loser, IMHO.
In short, we were too early for the music, the food was gross, and there could likely be a scene at any moment; we couldn't wait to get out
Lovely.
Not.
Even if you don't like country at all, you cannot dispute the raw talent of the musicians on stage. Period.
I will agree with you 100%.
There are several things I've seen in my life that I have not necesarily been into, but can appreciate the skill involved.
They can pluck a mandolin or banjo faster than a teenage girl can roll her eyes
Really? Holy cow! That's
fast!!!!!
You don't hear much of that anymore without autotuning. The end.
Ladies and gents... I give you.... every boy band ever!!
Of course it wasn't a story-less trek back!!
Oh?
So not only is he famous for that, he is now the Golden Warriors announcer and he adores his job, his fans, and most of all his family and grandkids, whom I saw dozens of photos of on his phone. We chatted for more than an hour about all kinds of stuff including my school and 2nd career, homeschooling, his faith, politics, etc... he is truly a remarkable person, and it was fun to just sit and chat it up with someone with so many rich experiences.
Cool!
he walked to the front of the A boarding section and asked someone if they'd sell their seat for $100. Becuase he can. To be fair, he has REALLY long legs, and needed the extra space. If I played NBA, I'd probably buy a front seat for $100 too.

Well, I suppose that does make sense.
Did anyone take him up on his offer?
And I saw this pull in right ahead of us:
A fitting end.