Baleen and I went to Napa this weekend, the Disneyland for adults. Walking through our hotel lobby at 9pm on Saturday night, after a dinner at Bouchon in Yountville, was a little like walking through Tiger Inn my senior year at 2am on a Friday morning during soccer season. Fully grown adults were hugging each other in the lobby, red wine stains down their front saying, "It's just that I love you soooo much."
Baleen's seen it for a few months now, stone cold sober as she's been, while I haven't, either becuase I found my way to the bar a few times at those Christmas parties where she hadn't, or, more likely, because I haven't been out after dark in months. Nonetheless, what we did do well in Napa was eat. Our hotel was walking distance from Oxbow Public Market, where we had three of our four meals. Our only disappointment was that we so stuffed ourselves for the meals we had, that we decided against the Fremont Diner for Sunday lunch, opting instead for roast chicken and salad from C Casa in Oxbow Market, even foregoing a second visit in as many days to Three Twins Ice Cream when they'd run out of Cookies & Cream. I'll be back for you, Fremont.
When we got home Sunday evening, we again showed our age, by skipping the TV shows we wanted to watch, and preparing for a busy week to come. For me, that meant a Sunday dinner of fettucini and shrimp along with some laundry. For Baleen, it was the most healthy, wholesome chicken soup around, made on Sunday night, and enjoyed on Monday and Tuesday by simply dumping it in a pot and warming it for a few minutes. She even (and this is big so let's reward her for this, like the Sea World trainer's method of positive reinforcement, rewarding good behavior and ignoring bad behavior) put away all her clothes, from the clean laundry to everything that she didn't wear up in Napa.
Baleen's seen it for a few months now, stone cold sober as she's been, while I haven't, either becuase I found my way to the bar a few times at those Christmas parties where she hadn't, or, more likely, because I haven't been out after dark in months. Nonetheless, what we did do well in Napa was eat. Our hotel was walking distance from Oxbow Public Market, where we had three of our four meals. Our only disappointment was that we so stuffed ourselves for the meals we had, that we decided against the Fremont Diner for Sunday lunch, opting instead for roast chicken and salad from C Casa in Oxbow Market, even foregoing a second visit in as many days to Three Twins Ice Cream when they'd run out of Cookies & Cream. I'll be back for you, Fremont.
When we got home Sunday evening, we again showed our age, by skipping the TV shows we wanted to watch, and preparing for a busy week to come. For me, that meant a Sunday dinner of fettucini and shrimp along with some laundry. For Baleen, it was the most healthy, wholesome chicken soup around, made on Sunday night, and enjoyed on Monday and Tuesday by simply dumping it in a pot and warming it for a few minutes. She even (and this is big so let's reward her for this, like the Sea World trainer's method of positive reinforcement, rewarding good behavior and ignoring bad behavior) put away all her clothes, from the clean laundry to everything that she didn't wear up in Napa.
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