Utter incoherence...
OK, so where was I? Oh yeah, the lamb from the pseudo Indian place was the nastiest thing I've ever put in my mouth.
After dinner, we walk the main drag in Boone, and take in all the goods marketed towards the hippies. (At least, that's the only reason I could establish that this little podunk college/cow town (I don't really even know if this constitutes a "cow town", but I love the way that sounds so similar to "kowtow") can possibly support not one, but two speciality bead stores. WTF?) Quaint stores abound here, and it's not like I can't get a Phish and/or Grateful Dead bumper sticker anywhere, but there's a certain authenticity/stret cred I'd have knowing it came from Boone, the runner-up (to Asheville) for the title of hippie capital/mecca of the Carolinas.
Once we realized that all the little hippie stores closed at between 5-7PM (it was like 9-ish), we decided to head back to the hotel and get some rest, Saturday was shaping up to be a big day (for them anyway, they made the mistake of giving me the option to sleep in (hah! Suckers...))
By 11:00 or so, we were all a little antsy, figuring that with the rarity of our being free on a Friday night, the fact that none of us really had to be "home" at any particular time, and heck, I'd never drank/partied in Boone, let's go find a party/bar. After a couple botched attempts at locating a sufficiently hip party to crash, we end up at a bar/restaurant "Macados". Damn, if this town isn't chock full of underage college hotties. There's an absolutely stunning blonde at a booth to our right upon entry, several others scattered about, and in a little while, I briefly make eye contact with a cute redhead. D and Mo both swear that she's checking me out, but some time later, she's talking to some guy she seems to have known for years. Order a pitcher of the standard pub fare, D designates herself to drive back, and we decide it's time for Mo's first illicit public beer. It was really cute to see her try to not be conspicuous, but let's just say that I ended up drinking in excess of 75-80% of said pitcher. We also observed them making some gargantuan ice cream/brownie concoction, and ordered one for ourselves. Barely made a dent in it, but it did get us introduced to the hottie sitting at the next table.
Damn, didn't get very far again...falling asleep though, and it's only 2:42am. Ah well, I'll eventually get to the remainder of Friday night, as well as accounts for Saturday/Sunday/Monday, and now Tuesday...ugh, so much to do...so little time in which to do it...I'll never catch up!
(yawn)
zzZZzZzzzZZZzz.
After dinner, we walk the main drag in Boone, and take in all the goods marketed towards the hippies. (At least, that's the only reason I could establish that this little podunk college/cow town (I don't really even know if this constitutes a "cow town", but I love the way that sounds so similar to "kowtow") can possibly support not one, but two speciality bead stores. WTF?) Quaint stores abound here, and it's not like I can't get a Phish and/or Grateful Dead bumper sticker anywhere, but there's a certain authenticity/stret cred I'd have knowing it came from Boone, the runner-up (to Asheville) for the title of hippie capital/mecca of the Carolinas.
Once we realized that all the little hippie stores closed at between 5-7PM (it was like 9-ish), we decided to head back to the hotel and get some rest, Saturday was shaping up to be a big day (for them anyway, they made the mistake of giving me the option to sleep in (hah! Suckers...))
By 11:00 or so, we were all a little antsy, figuring that with the rarity of our being free on a Friday night, the fact that none of us really had to be "home" at any particular time, and heck, I'd never drank/partied in Boone, let's go find a party/bar. After a couple botched attempts at locating a sufficiently hip party to crash, we end up at a bar/restaurant "Macados". Damn, if this town isn't chock full of underage college hotties. There's an absolutely stunning blonde at a booth to our right upon entry, several others scattered about, and in a little while, I briefly make eye contact with a cute redhead. D and Mo both swear that she's checking me out, but some time later, she's talking to some guy she seems to have known for years. Order a pitcher of the standard pub fare, D designates herself to drive back, and we decide it's time for Mo's first illicit public beer. It was really cute to see her try to not be conspicuous, but let's just say that I ended up drinking in excess of 75-80% of said pitcher. We also observed them making some gargantuan ice cream/brownie concoction, and ordered one for ourselves. Barely made a dent in it, but it did get us introduced to the hottie sitting at the next table.
Damn, didn't get very far again...falling asleep though, and it's only 2:42am. Ah well, I'll eventually get to the remainder of Friday night, as well as accounts for Saturday/Sunday/Monday, and now Tuesday...ugh, so much to do...so little time in which to do it...I'll never catch up!
(yawn)
zzZZzZzzzZZZzz.
posted by Gene at 2:45 AM
1 Comments:
Rosie: You're the 2nd person that i know that had lamb at an indian restaurant yesterday!
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