This last weekend was a really good one. Dave and I took off Thursday & Friday from work and flew out to St. Louis for a long weekend. Our friends Jeff & Jason had moved out there a few months ago and not having ever really visited the town, that I can remember, it was nice to go visit some place different.
Needless to say, this trip wasn't the best for our eating regimen, but we'll get back on it when we get back into town.
On the first night that we were in St. Louis, Jeff & Jason took us to a part of town with a lot of restaurants and we ate at Blueberry Hill. Then, they drove us around and we saw Washington University where Jason is going to law school. We got home and then decided to go out to the mall and window shop. The place was deserted because the St. Louis Cardinals were playing the last game of the National League Championship Series to decide who would be going to the World Series. We caught the tail-end of the exciting game later on. The "Cards"
won. After window shopping, we decided to go to dinner in St. Louis' version of Little Italy called "The Hill." We wanted to go to this one place, and when we got there, we realized that we were all severely underdressed so we figured we'd walk down the street and find some other place. We ended up not in an Italian restaurant, but a tapas restaurant... very good, but not what we were aiming for.
The next day, we decided to go see the Arch in St. Louis. It was very nice to see, and impressive to boot. It did end up being a long day though. Eventually, we were able to go up in the Arch. The little cars that they put you in fit only five individuals... and very tightly at that! The cars reminded me of the little egg-shaped spaceship in "Mork & Mindy." I mentioned this to a younger (than me) couple that was in the car riding down. The girl gave me a blank look for a few seconds and then laughed in agreement. I suspect that she might have not really known what I was talking about. Enough dating myself for the time-being.The whole time we were there, the boys were giving me a hard time for "acting Japanese" with all the pictures I was taking... or something like that. I hope that the pictures turned out well.
We went to dinner that night at a fantastic Mexican restaurant not far from "the boy
s'" home in Webster Groves called "El Maguey." I'm not really sure what that word means in Spanish, but I've heard it plenty and think it referrs to a person... some kind of title or position. Anyhoo, the food was to die for... almost as good as Rosa's back home in Tucson. Unfortunately, the food knocked me out and coupled with the long day at the Arch, I didn't feel like going out. So, we stayed in, watched a movie and chit-chatted.
On Saturday, after a walk with Nico, the Alaskan Huskie (Jeff & Jason's dog), the Boys wanted to go to a sports bar and watch the Arkansas Razorbacks play. It was a good time. We met some other Arkansas fans and we had a crazy waitress "Lala," who in a drunken stupor, got her own name tatooed on her forearm the previous night. Classy. As Jason said, "atleast she didn't tatoo her boyfriend's name on there."After the game, we went home and just farted around a bunch
until dinner time rolled around. We had decided that we were going to go to a strip-joint that night... not with ladies... with boys. We went and got a quick bite to eat, and after getting lost plenty of times along the way, we finally found it. Needless to say, at 8pm, there wasn't a whole lot going on. We were the only ones there besides the dancers... which was a bit disconcerting, so we "played pool." The quotes are to imply that while we were trying to get the balls in the holes, our concentration wasn't entirely up to par... especially when some goodlooking guy (aka Wonderboy) is up on the bar buck-nekkid and sporting a woodie. After spending more money than was healthy on over-priced beer and the placing of singles in the guys' socks (since that was the only place to put them really)... we decided to leave... but not before getting wacked on the end of my nose by the "excited organ" of one of the dancers when I went to tip him. Good times... Suffice it to say, there'll be no pictures from that portion of the trip, although I wouldn't have minded. Check it out if you wish: http://www.boxersnbriefs.com/A very memorable trip indeed... all around. Thanks to the Boys for hosting and putting up with our laundry. :)






































