March29
Saturday morning’s drive to Louisville was unremarkable except the joy of listening to NPR for 2 1/2 hours without anyone in the back seat (or front seat for that matter – Steve isn’t a fan) complaining.
I was late (shocker – I know) because apparently my brain isn’t smart enough to calculate a 1 hour time change. I was aware of it. I mentioned it. I apparently thought it meant I had an extra hour rather than losing an hour. I was exactly 1 hour late.
After checking out the restaurants in the hotel and wandering a few blocks only to realize none of the restaurants were serving food at 2:15, we headed to Joe’s Crab Shack. It might not have been new or different but Joe knows big fruity drinks. And the food was better than it was the last few times I was there (or maybe it was the drinks – who can say?). We laughed. We drank. We provided a little entertainment for our young waiter. We ate. We tried really hard not to boo the waitresses. If you’ve been to Joe’s, perhaps you’ve seen the wait staff stop during specified songs and dance. They have little routines and climb up on tables and chairs when one of the songs come on. In the past, it was quite entertaining and the staff seemed to have fun with it. YMCA started to play and the waitresses grabbed little signs with the letters on them instead of doing the motions with their arms. And they were mostly phoning it in – no one was having fun. Finally a few of the guys started doing it right, including our waiter which earned him drunken praise and an improved tip.
Self portrait
We stumbled walked back to our hotel and laid in our beds talking about how luxurious it was to be able to lay there in the middle of the day with no children bothering us. Then we took turns going to the bathroom alone. No one knocked. No one barged in. No one needed anything in the 45 seconds it took each of us to go to the bathroom. Luxury. We wanted to nap but decided not to waste this precious child free time unconscious.
It was after 5 and no shops appeared open so we decided to wander a little south to the Zappos outlet. You know Zappos? Yes, that Zappos. Purse and shoe shopping without children? I was giddy with excitement. However, the outlet didn’t live up to my imagination. Unless you are a hooker or a 75 year old grandmother, there wasn’t much you would want. It was truly the left over dregs…things that no one would buy or returns that had been worn too obviously to resell online. The only exception was kids shoes – I didn’t buy anything but there were a few pairs of kids shoes I considered.
We had a very late dinner around 9:30. Then a couple of drinks in a bar in hotel. There was a prom going on – it was fun to see the dresses and overhear the girls in the ladies room. We managed to stay out until 12:15 and then retired for the night.
The next morning we had reservations for brunch. It was heavenly. No one informed me that part of the restaurant revolved…until I realized something was terribly amiss because we were moving but the table next to us was not. Yes, I’m a classy broad.
The food was lovely but the opulence of lingering over a meal and not having to cut up any one else’s food was better than the food itself. We felt quite pampered.
I’m embracing my new southern home – I tried shrimp and grits. And I loved them. We spent 2 hours lingering over brunch. There was even a chocolate fountain on the dessert table. And of course I took photos of my food.
Sadly, we headed home. I was happy to see my girls and Steve but could have stayed another day or two without any trouble. We’ve decided this will be a semi-annual event. I’m already dreaming of October.
Shrimp and cheesy grits

Waffle w/blueberries, strawberries and whipped cream. The waffle was amazing.

The dessert table

A sampling of goodies

In the dining room



Proof we drank something other than booze

It certainly wasn’t the wild and crazy weekend it would have been 10 years ago but it was just what this momma needed. Can’t wait to do it again!
PS Does anyone have a good recipe for cheesy grits? I looked quickly on allrecipes and the couple I found used Velvetta…I can’t believe that the ones I had this weekend contained processed cheese food.