there beneath the blue suburban skies

i love clouds like this.

so, in all honesty I’m a little glad that we didn’t go to the heaven and hell party (though we did get our own little dose of it—see below!) Apparently the neighbors complained, the cops were called, someone was arrested et al.

we got in late on friday and slept in on saturday, then went to lunch. i was very proud of myself, since for the first time ever I was "stroke"--the person who finishes the beer first. i only needed to do it once, as far as I'm concerned, and I'll happily let otto and dan keep that title from now on. it's a rowing thing. so anyway, we ate lunch at the tobacco company downtown and had this yummy yummy beer called legends (not to be confused with the tulsa establishment!) then we headed here...

this was a cool bar. for the first time ever I actually purchased pint glasses (buying them with a beer, asking for them and taking them have all been done before--but never purchasing). two for $5.25 was good, I thought. no pics yet 'cause the glasses are in the dishwasher! but anyhow, this place was fun. once time dan left otto a drunk dial reading this in a theatrical fashion--it's in the men's bathroom. it's a little bit of a blurry pic, but that's what happens when you take pictures in the men's bathroom.

and here's an excellent sign.

and i just thought this was neat. plus it was the coolest thing in the girl's bathroom...

and the owner, an old-ish british man, told us the following joke...

so, there's an elementary school teacher, and she's teaching her class, and she asks them all to tell what they did on their holiday. she reminds them though that they're old enough now to talk like adults, and they need to do so.

she calls on the first little boy, and he explains that he went to visit his relatives, and that they traveled to his cousins, and that they took the choo-choo to get there.

the teacher interrupts and says no, not choo-choo--call it a train.

next the teacher calls on a girl in the class, who tells of how she went to her uncle's farm, and they saw ducks and chickens and cows and got to ride on geegees.

the teacher interrupts again and says, don't say geegees, say horses--we need to talk like adults.

so the teacher then calls on a third little boy, who says that he and his family spent the holiday at home, and their aunts and uncles and cousins came into town, and that their gramps read a book aloud to all the children.

the teacher asks, "what book did he read you?"

the boy replies, "Winnie the Shit."

ha.

here we are at the the river city wine cellar in carytown, a part of richmond, va. they sold the best gouda I've ever had. And let me tell you, gouda is good-a.

and here’s otto debating what to choose…salvation beer or damnation beer…I saw one called He’Brew too that was written in a font very similar to—you guessed it—Hebrew letters. It made me laugh. I really like this picture. We also went to a place called For the Love of Chocolate...mmmmm..... if you're ever in Richmond check out Carytown. It's cute. And has beer and chocolate and wine and cheese and shoes and purses. What more could a girl ask for in a shopping area, really?