Funday Friday?

Funday Friday?

We had a little bit of a lie in, well, mom did anyway. I was awake, but listening to an audio book. Mom was feeling crappy from her new found cold.

We couldn't stay in the room the entire day, even if we wanted to. At some point the cleaning service would have to pay a visit. We put it off as long as we could, but finally pulled ourselves from out beds and got up to face the world. It was too late for breakfast, so we headed across the street to the ever present GBK. Hey, it's there, it's tasty, and in the major scheme of things, it's not too expensive. In case you missed it the last 37 times, this is what we had.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                       After our brunch, we walked around the Brunswick Center for a little while, weaving in and out of the stores, finally ending up at our favorite place, Waitrose. We bought more damn Diet Coke and gummy candies, then made the 200 foot walk back to the hotel for a nap. We had a busy night ahead of us after all.

Our re-scheduled Sherlock Holmes Dinner was that evening. Yay!                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      We got up and got dressed and took the taxi to the hotel. We got there a little early, so we had to sit in the bar to wait for the dinning room to open up. What else do you do in a bar besides drink? I got a martini of some sort, I got mom a mojito. Since I knew I would also be drinking wine that night, the next round (yes, there was a next round) was topped off with this:

Yeah, yeah, I know... but gimme a break, will ya?

We sat down to a lovely table. One with wine and all sorts of nice things.

Since it was around Christmas, there were crackers on the table. This was new to me. I'd always read about the things in the cozy stories, but I'd never experienced one in my life.  Evidently, after the dessert, you're supposed to pull them apart with the person sitting next to you. In my case, the person was a creepy old man. His wife was next to him, and his daughter and her husband were there too. They were there to celebrate the daughter's 40th birthday. I learned this from said creepy old man. In fact I learned A LOT of stuff about their family. Stuff NO ONE has to know.  Mom got to sit next to a cute little couple of friends. For some reason, tipsy Ediebaby decided it would be fun to give us fake names. It was silly and a little weird. Mom kept telling the girl that they made a 'cute' couple. Her gaydar was off that night. There was no way they were the traditional couple.

Starters was a crab-cakey thing. I think it was tasty. Quite honestly, with two martinis, I was buzzed, add the wine to that, hell I'm lucky I didn't pass out on the plate!

The story or 'murder' progressed as they do. I was distracted, learning ALL ABOUT the old fart's life and family, I have no idea what mom was doing during that time. I do know I couldn't focus on the clues in the story. This was the main meal:  Chicken? Fish? White Turnip cake? No idea. I don't even remember eating it. I'm pretty sure I did.

Truth be told, I forgot to take a picture of the dessert. I was about 5 sheets to the wind by that time, but one thing I do remember is this... There is a part in the evening where certain audience members are forced to read 'confessions'. Guess who got picked to do that? EDIEBABY! WOOOOOTTTT!!!

I did take a video of it. I will not be sharing said video here because I fear the wrath of Edie and the threat of severe bodily harm. I will, however share this pick.     +

After the show, as there was no disco like last time, so we ended up in an elevator with the family, told them good bye, and caught a black cab back to the hotel.  Somehow, I got Haggi back into the room and she and I into bed. It's all a bit of a fog. 

Thus endeth Friday.