Lobster and the Gambler
My parents had in their mind that they wanted to eat at Riscky's BBQ. The problem? They couldn't remember where the restaurant was. I was driving, and I don't particularly enjoy driving around downtown anywhere when there are tons of one way streets and stop lights. After a while, we were all hungry, and we all kind of just gave up.
I found a parking lot, and we walked a couple of blocks up to a couple of restaurants. We knew they were steakhouses, but didn't really realize the one we chose was quite the kind of place that it was. Meaning, it was one of those places where the grilled chicken costs $20 and the sides are all ala carte at $8 each.
It's not that I've never been to a place like that, but they just make me nervous. In the past, when I've been places like that, I've been on business trips and I always feel so terribly out of place. I don't know how many waiters we had and they swoop in to take the sweet and low wrappers off the table and readjust my knife by mere millimeters. And my dad was being a bit goofy, and the anxiety was building. The longer I sat there, the more nervous and nauceous I was getting. I couldn't even look at Dad, and he kept saying things like, "you are usually the only one that I CAN laugh with." Mom decides we can't take Dad anywhere (I should tell you the Sears Tower story).
OK, I'll take a deeper plunge into my anxiety sitting there for the sake of getting to the root of anxiety moments. I didn't feel like I belonged there. I didn't want to give the impression that I was raised in a barn. I guess I was trying to impress and not disappoint the wait staff or other patrons? Enough psychological evaluation, back to my story.
Surprisingly, the crab stuffed lobster tail was an affordable special, so we all had lobster tail. I'm not really sure that I had officially eaten lobster tail before. A special occasion!
We couldn't wait to get out of there. The lobster and crab were good, but we were ready to go.
Then it was time to head over to Bass Hall for Kenny Rogers and the Symphony. I had never been to a symphony performance before, so that was really neat. It was a great show. Kenny was hilarious and can still sing his hits. But, we weren't sure he was going to make it out to the stage. He was walking like he just had or really needed a hip replacement. Actually he walked like he had a botched hip replacement similar to his botched face lift where they pulled him a little too tight. He has to be about 70, and I guess he has to keep up with his young wife and 4 1/2 year old twins.
It was a great show, and I have a special surprise for a certain one of my blog readers. I actually did what you requested! Sorry they decided to dim all the lights for the video screens and Kenny is just a silloute. Enjoy!
PS to Christi: We stopped at Cracker Barrel for dessert. I had bread pudding just for you. It was good, but unlike any pread pudding I had ever had.