Star crossed evening

In the spirit of vacation, Jessica and I got massages on Tuesday—they were wonderful. Although I loved it, I decided that the spa atmosphere is not for me. It’s so darn quiet. Jessica says that, if I worked there, I would have to go to a loud restaurant every day for lunch. I felt smothered by the silence. I guess some people call that atmosphere relaxing. I suck at relaxing.

After our incredible massages, we headed back to our hotel for showers and rest, with plans to go to a “fancy” dinner and our evening play. The weather was nasty, but I really wanted to treat Jessica to a nice dinner before the play. (She claims that Shakespeare’s overrated, so I needed to give her some incentive to trek to the Ashland festival). We planned to dress nice, but the weather forced us to wear jeans. We both noticed a yummy looking (looks can be deceiving) Italian restaurant, and we decided that it would be a good choice for our special night out.

Our choice of restaurants was the first event in our date-gone-bad. The restaurant had a strange feel to it. We weren’t sure if we were going to be seated. Our server was wearing a tank top. The place was dingy. Despite the “strangeness”, the prices on the menu seemed to promise a “nice” dinner. We both ordered chicken parmesan. Being the "eager beaver" that I am, I was the first to cut into my chicken. It was entirely raw inside! The server acted as if it was my fault and said that she would stick it back in the oven. Yuck. Shortly after, we had an awkward confrontation with a lady who wasn’t even our server. Neither of us ate much, we were upset, and we left in a huff.

Jessica suggested another trip to the Rocky Mountain Chocolate Factory. (We were still hungry, after all.) I, of course, quickly agreed. When Jessica stepped up to the register, she realized that she left her wallet in the awful restaurant! She had to swallow her pride and retrieve her wallet. After the mission was accomplished, we began walking down the street and her toffee ended up plunging to the sidewalk. Oh, night of nights. Even the toffee had a bad ending!

Thankfully, our evening ended with a spectacular performance of The Merry Wives of Windsor. The rain even let up (the theatre is a globe-style open air theatre) for the duration of the play.
Both of the plays were extraordinary. The creative forces behind the performances are breathtaking.



We made it home alive.

Did I miss anything, Jess?

By the way, this beautiful photography was done by Jessica. She has "one of them digital cameras."