Friday Night is All Right

Wow, what an amazing Friday!

It all started with lunch.  I went for a late lunch with a friend, and we sat on a patio overlooking the Yahara for two hours, chatting happily about work, food, kids, books, flying dreams, power tools, etc.  The Bourbon Street Grille is a funny little place in Monona, that usually has terrible service and merely edible food, this time being no exception.  It's major draw is that patio.  The sun was high in the sky and the temp was pretty warm, but we were comfortable under our umbrella and loath to leave.   Alas, RL beckoned and we headed our separate ways, which fortunately for both of us did not involve returning to work.

I got home to find that DH and Rupert had already returned from their matinee of the Simpsons Movie.  They enjoyed it at least as much as Mavis did last week.  DH looked ready for a nap, and since I woke up a full hour earlier than I had wanted to, I suggest we nap together.  The AC was running and made lying on the bed with bare skin a lovely treat.  After awhile, we got dressed and headed out for the first Dane Dance of the season at Monona Terrace.

( Prime Time )

( Late Night (sans Letterman) )

Next week's Dane Dance features Mama Digdowns (N'Awlins brass) and BBI (danceable motown).  Maybe we'll see you there, but we won't be out afterward because next Saturday is the annual Day of Public Drunkenness.  I can't wait!

Overheard

Yesterday yielded at least three perfectly random quotes:

1)  Two ladies leaving a restaurant, one middle-aged propping up the other who could have been a mother or aunt.
First:  "We came here for the Mother's Day brunch."
"Really? When was that?"

2) At the bar:  "I don't fucking care.  That's why I look so young."

3)  Also at the bar:  "I really love that musician, Gibson Les Paul."
DH nearly snorted beer out of his nose.  He had to explain to me that a Gibson Les Paul is a guitar made by Gibson in honor of the musician Les Paul.

Overseen:  A 50-ish woman at the dance, wearing a purple tank top, crop pants and the most fabulous lavendar glittered mules ever.  Every woman within 20 feet had shoe envy!