Yesterday, in my quest for a yellow tank top that began Friday night at Kohl's where I didn't find one but ended up buying 2 other tops, I went to Levis Commons where I ransacked the clearance racks and came home with a pair of silk/linen pants, a linen tunic with lace vneck inset, a fuzzy pink pullover, an orange shirt with a tropical print along the bottom, a pink zip jacket printed with white seashells, a pair of brown sandals, and a yellow tank top. All for $135. About half price. Good shoppin'.
Then Connie and Amy and I went to the opening of Fat Fish Blue, where we had free dinner. They seated us at a table with a pre-printed menu that included your choice of appetizer (crabcake or catfish lollipops), the soup sampler (gumbo, jambalya, cornbread) to share, and four entrees: shrimp in cream sauce, beef steak with candied yams, pulled pork sandwich, seared catfish. Amy and Connie order rum and cokes and I order a mojito. The service was atrocious. Three different servers attempted to bring us various courses. My mojito shows up and the mint is not macerated. When I get the bill for it, I see it is a Voodoo Hurricane Julep. If they could not make a mojito, they should have said so. Plus it turns out it cost $9 so perhaps I was supposed to take home the stenciled hurricane glass but no one told me this.
Connie and I order the crabcake appetizer, Amy the catfish. They bring one crabcake and the lollipops but they cannot find (their words) my crabcake so about halfway through the entrees, they bring me a tin dish of crawfish, which were ill prepared. Here is how to eat one: Pinch the very end of the tail with one hand, and pull the tail meat out with the other. Well, you could not pull the tail meat out of these.
The entrees: Amy's steak was pretty good although fairly glopped up with carmelized onions and mushrooms, which she does not like and were not in the description. No candied yams, but bland garlic smashed. My shrimp were of the cocktail variety, large but basically tasteless and the sauce was overly sweet for my taste. Which is exquisite. The vegetables were steamed whole green beans which were OK but the julienne carrots on my plate looked like fat toothpicks, including the semblance of wood. Connie's pulled pork sandwich was delicious. It came with fries which looked OK.
The jambalaya was pretty good but the gumbo was bland and tomato-y. Other tables had different menus to choose from. The people next to us had southern fried chicken and salmon and a burger on their menu. Here is their regular menu.
So after deciding not to stick around for the free dessert (because we would have had to wait for 45 minutes for the comedy club to open where they were serving the dessert) we came back to town and went to our homes. I called Jenks and while sitting on my front porch, with the Big laying out in the yard, I see out of the corner of my eye a skunk advancing toward us. It gets within about 2 feet of Big who does not even blink or hiss or act concerned in any way. I get a flashlight and shine it on the skunk which trundles off across the street. About half an hour later, THERE IT IS AGAIN and once again Big is nonplussed but this time, the skunk is holding its tail in the locked and upright position, all fanned out and starts backing up to my steps and plants and I guess spritzing stuff although there was no smell and continues to be none today. I yell at it and it moves along and I get the Big to come in the house.
I had smelled skunk odor the other night out the front door when I went to let the Big in, although he didn't smell. I am calling the animal control people tomorrow.
In other news, Russell called me at work Friday to say he is coming today to remove his worldly possessions from my house. 2:30 and he ain't here yet.
My old boyfriend Barker was in town last week, but in his usual inability to get things straight, connections were missed and I ended up seeing him Thursday night at my house where we drink a bottle of wine.
Today so far I have watered with the Miracle Gro and swept the patio.
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