...and happy one-week celebration of life to my little chick-a-babies. They're beginning to look like real birds instead of presents in your Easter basket. Look at those primary wing feathers!
It's been an awesome weekend, with minimal dollazz spent on our part.
Friday night we went out for a quick bite to eat at a really sweet spot in Blacksburg, called Lefty's Main Street Grill. It's kind of an atmosphere like Applebee's, but completely Blacksburg-specific. And not quite as gaudy, more quaint. It used to be a Long John Silver's, but the place is actually fixed up really classy and cute inside. I know you don't believe me, but if we ever get any visitors, I'll prove it to you. Anyway, so we were munching on our din-din; my ham & asparagus sammie, and Trip with his hooha, whatever it was. I don't care. This girl approaches our table and claims she has tickets to a music show downtown, starting in 40 minutes, but her friend backed out and she didn't want to go alone. Would we like to have them for free? Uhhh, would we?! We've been wanting to go to a cool show for so long, but they're usually pretty expensive and we just can't justify it. Needless to say, we graciously accepted the 30$ pair of tickets.
We were heading to see Imani Winds, a Grammy winning group of wind instruments attached to people that play music from all over the world, with gusto! They were great! They performed at a downtown theater, The Lyric, that is supported solely by the community and volunteer work, I think? Anyway, it was the first time I had ever been to a show that had a clarinet or a bassoon, or both, on stage. All for free, what a great deal!
Saturday I felt pretty restless. It was really cold and all I wanted to do was bike to the coffee shop with Woodford, grab an iced coffee, sit outside while sporting my huge sunglasses with shorts, and pretend I am reading a book and taking notes, but actually watch people and sketch them. Alas, it was under 20 degrees, and at that point, there is no option as to whether your coffee is iced. :( Ahhh, I can't wait until spring time...
We decided Saturday night we would keep the music streak alive and go to another show, also for free: The New River Community College Banjo, Fiddle and Dance Club. Ohh... it was glorious. We walked into a large room radiating with beautiful mountain music, people laughing, dancing, and little kids bumbling around their parents' legs with smiles. We grabbed a couple hot dogs and sodas and watched with wide eyes and hopes to blend in. We were the youngest people there, aside from a slew of tykes under five. One band was a traditional bluegrass style band, while another was an old tyme band. They play the same instruments, but in a much different way. After several attempts on Trip's behalf, I finally accepted his offer to dance. We weaved our way up front to dance with the mass, although I did my best to bury us in it. As it turns out, it was pretty fun. People were jumping around and switching partners, old men were flirting, old ladies were blushing. Some were two-stepping, some were tapping, square dancing, but everyone was just moving their happy feet. Loves it. Why was I not born here?
Waking up first is something I have always loved doing, and living with Trip, it's pretty easy. I love morning! This morning I ate ice cream for breakfast (Karmel Sutra from B&J's, getting the Valentine mood off at an early start, yeah!), ground some coffee beans, made said coffee, and took Woodford on a nice long walk down the road. Of course, I deposited some coffee in Trip's thermos at the ready for his awakening! What a great Valentine I am? Well, it was an exceptionally pleasant morning, and everything seemed right, so I made a tiny video. I decided against using Blogger's video upload program, so I am going to put mine on youtube from now on. It's easier and there are less issues. Check out the earth's voluptuous curves via this valiant Valentine's viewing.
There is a cattle farm along the same road home, and one of the pastures full of steers contains one with a perfect heart shaped splotch on his face. This morning the farmer fed them right before I went through, so I had to search extra hard to find him and snap a photo, as they refused to lift their heads from the trough. I had to jump around and make weird squirrel noises to get this, totally ruining my long red pea coat with muck boots, coffee mug and coonhound sexy strut for the rest of the walk. Those things just seem to go together to me, uhh hello country life?
My Bovine-alentine.
Upon my return home, Woodford was feeling sleepy and lazy from his walk, and Goose took advantage of this. She's terrible. Yet another splendid video worth just a single viewing.
We spent the afternoon at one of our favorite restaurants in town, India Garden. It's a well-done, classy Indian joint with a moderately priced,(but freaking delicious!) lunch buffet. Much props to Trip for making this possible. He's so sweet. Look at him so sweetly laughing at my jokes, moments before we were hurled out of a plane toward the land that holds our feet and a sea of corn... before we were even dating! I love him so.
Tonight I made a new dinner: venison meatballs over rice with salad. I used a base recipe and modified it a bit because I didn't have some ingredients. Substituted salsa for tomato sauce, bread crumbs for saltines, and threw some applesauce in the topping because the ketchup thing was far too tart. Also, I didn't use dairy products... I was too busy with attending to Trip's and my constantly empty cans of PBR. The meatballs were pretttty tasty. Dad, I think you'd be a fan. I bet if you ground some venison and cooked it yourself, Mom wouldn't even know... until she started growing antlers, but those could easily be diagnosed as horns? Either way, she'd finally get the rack she's always wanted. Just kidding Mom!
One more thing, I noticed the Prairie Home Companion (NPR) this morning (yesterday's) was a little racy. Go get 'em Garrison Keillor!
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