Spent the evening at my friend John's parents' house, celebrating the Utah Pioneer Day holiday with a bunch of old friends, so I didn't get home until around 03:00 today.
Got to bed about 04:30, and in usual fashion, I woke up four hours later. So I spent the morning around the house doing various domestic things (read: nothing) and then I had dinner with my mom at Macaroni Grill in the Peery Hotel downtown.
First time I went to Macaroni Grill was in Denver several years ago. We ordered the house white wine, which they brought to the table in a roughly 2-gallon jug.As often as I talk about beer, my four or five regular readers (and almost certainly any first-time visitors) might get the impression that I'm some raging dipsomaniac. A few hours later we'd drained about half the jug and the meal was over. The next day, I had one of the most horrifying hangovers in the history of the world.
But anyway. Tonight I had their create-your-own thing: Bowtie pasta, alfredo sauce, slice olives and mushrooms, grilled chicken. Delicious. Even more so because it was the first thing I'd eaten since Friday night's artichoke cheese dip at Squatters, the reality of which came crashing in on me later this afternoon—I guess two days' slow alcohol consumption will do that to you.
It occurs to me that, as often as I talk about beer, my four or five regular readers (and almost certainly any first-time visitors) might get the impression that I'm some raging dipsomaniac. I suppose that's probably true one weekend a month, and to further that impression, one of these days I'll have to scribble down the story of the tequila shots, the La-Z-Boy chair, and the new GameBoy Advance.
For now, I'll say only that the tile bathroom floor is by far the most comfortable location in the universe when you've spent two hours dry-heaving into the toilet.
Back to our story:
We had a pleasant dinner. Restaurant was pretty uncrowded and our server did a good job. I have to wonder why restaurants in a city experiencing its sixth year of drought insist on serving diners water immediately when they're seated—why not ask if your diners want water before plunking it down on the table?—but otherwise, it was a nice time.
I should've asked the manager on duty about the water thing. I must make a point of that any other time it happens, no matter where I am.
I'm rambling now, so wrapping this up. It's been a nice weekend, hope you all enjoyed yours too.