I had a date tonight.
With my husband. Some call him Chas. Others call him Imaginary Husband. Daryl calls him Billy-Bob. I call him Zig-Zag or Zip-Loc, or whatever that was, I forget. But it's been so long since I called him for a date, I almost forgot how.
The kids are out of town for a few days with their grandparents, so we are empty-nesters. This calls for lots of alcohol, public nudity and loud funk. Sadly, all we were able to muster on short notice was the alcohol. But it was imperative that we pay lots of money for it and make unsuspecting people serve it to us, so we went to the finest dining establishment in Orland: Farwood.
We really like it there. We go about once every two years, without fail.
But I have to share this bit of snark with you. Please note the description of the potato skins (which were delicious).
You may need to click on the photo to read it. Farwood, I couldn't bring myself to point it out to you, or your completely wonderful server Meagan, but I think you need to change up your description just a bit here. Hey, I'll even write it for you. I use words a lot -- too much, even. You could ask anybody.
I had TWO -- count 'em, TWO -- martinis. Hey, don't count my drinks. This one was a Sapphire up with three olives, which was tasty, but the next one was my new favorite thing: a cherry martini made with Lucero Olive Oil's Wild Cherry Balsamic Vinegar.
(Photo blatantly stolen from Farwood's Facebook page)
Ho. Lee. COW. It's my new favorite thing. I may have said that already.
Date Weekend has just begun. Stay tuned for more news of middle-aged antics in 105F weather.