26 December 2009
Determined to pack a little more fun into our holiday weekend, Kyle and I and Scott, whom we recruited to join us while at dinner last night, headed to the Rahr Brewery for their weekly tour and tasting. We were hoping for a smaller crowd than normal, but what we got instead was a bigger than normal invasion of beer drinkers. The winter warmer was free-flowing, the band was very good (a nice change) and we found other friends there, too. We enjoyed ourselves immensely, and Kyle even came home with a half-price fleecy sweatshirt and a new mug.
We came back home and I attempted to finish a project I’d started three years ago—a Victorian dressing gown for Kyle. I was unable to figure out where I was in my old project, so I started from scratch. I suppose that was my mistake, because when it was time to go to the Victorian pajama party at Ginger’s house, I still wasn’t done. So, Kyle wore his union suit under his night shirt and the old, later period dressing gown he already had. And, he was able to accessorize perfectly with a stocking cap. I threw on a velvet dress under my dressing gown, clipped some feathers in my hair and off we went. In hind sight, I think I’d have preferred a little flannel nightgown, a mob cap and a teddy bear, but you know what they say about hind sight . . .
We drank a little port, visited with folks, including Stephen whom I haven’t seen nearly enough of in the last few weeks, and came back home in time to be in bed by 11 p.m.
My photo of the day is just odd enough, I suppose it warrants explanation. We were feeling playful while on the way to the Rahr, and I literally lifted my camera over my head, pointed it down into the back seat and pushed the trigger. It took two shots to get one with Scott’s face in it, but as it turned out, I never used my camera again all day. So, there you go!