Tonight, we went to see the movie/TV pilot “A-Town” at the Alameda Theatre.
Set in the fictional town of “Almedan,” actually filmed in Alameda, there was a lot of “Hey! I know that place!” whispers in the audience.
In fact, Bill saw them filming one day when he was out and we realized that his truck was parked juuuust out of frame in one of the scenes. It’s a near-brush with fame!
Meanwhile, all I could think was: “How did Alameda police officers feel when they saw this film?”
… to take down the Christmas decorations.
I do love those stars around the mirror in the bathroom, though.
Went to Habanas today for lunch. Delicious, delicious mojitos!
(The food’s good too!)
When we remodeled our house, several people told us, “The last 1% takes as long to do as the first 99%.” At that time, I did not understand that phrase.
Now I do. And I’ll correct it: The last 1% takes waaaay longer. The first 99% took 8 months. Then we moved into the house.
We’re coming up on 6 years living here now, and that last 1% still isn’t done. It’s all cosmetic and doesn’t impede our living in it, sooo… yeah. Just hasn’t gotten done.
Today, we hired someone to take care of some of the long-languishing items, particularly installing some trim in the kitchen that looks terrible. So. Exciting!
Now we need to get a painter in here to finish stuff up.
Make a lap and Biscuit will land on it.
Have not had Life cereal in years and years and years…
It was just as delicious as I remember it!
Like chocolate and peanut butter, Michigan and Ohio go together over a week long holiday break. At least, for us.
Most of the photos I took in Michigan were of the wintery variety:
Snow is lovely, but I sure do hate cold weather.
At one point, I asked Bill fearfully: “Will it ever stop snowing?” It just… didn’t feel like it would.
If we ever move back, I’ll need an attached garage.
Playing Shoot the Moon:
(Bill is good, I’m as terrible as I ever was as a child)
(Love that “Heart of it all” logo on there. Go, Ohio!)
This beer was an awesome finish to the trip, after hearing the legends of it as we traveled in Ohio — made by the Great Lakes Brewing Company, it only comes out at Christmas and it sells like hotcakes. It’s called “Christmas Ale,” but we heard a story of it being called “Christmas Jail” because the alcohol content is so high that everyone gets waaaay too drunk on it and, well, ends up in jail.
Seems like everyone had a story that went something like, “They were unloading 25 cases of it when I arrived at the grocery store. I went shopping for 30 minutes, came back and there were only 4 cases left.” We tried to score some on our way to Michigan to take to Bob, but no dice.
When we were leaving Cleveland, we got to the airport super early in the morning, bellied up to the bar, and got ourselves some Christmas Ale. At, you know, 7am. Whatever. It’s 5 o’clock somewhere.