Enjablog

Ian picked me up after work last night and we ventured over to get tickets to see Inside Man. From there, we walked over to Hops Restaurant/Bar for dinner. I tried their rootbeer, which was good, but reminded me of a less sweet A&W. It might have lost some of the flavor due to the amount of ice in the glass though. I don’t know. In any case, food was good.

When the waitress came at the end of our meal to clear off plates, she dropped Ian’s fork… which none of us could then find on the ground. It was bizarre. After about a minute of us all looking around, she decided it would turn up later, probably when someone stepped on it, and left to get our check. And then she found that the fork had landed in her pocket. Strange.

After dinner, we still had about half an hour until the movie started, so Ian and I wandered around a little. I haven’t bought shoes in a while and most of my dress shoes are pretty beat up, so I suggested we go look in the shoe store across the parking lot. I looked at girl shoes and he looked at boy shoes. A lot of brown shoes this season. I don’t really have anything against brown shoes, but I haven’t found any dress pants in brown that I’ve really liked. So all my pants are black or gray… which means I need black shoes. Ian found a pair he liked and came over to help me look. It helped that he could reach the shoes on display about 2 feet above my head, which I couldn’t see in the first place. But he found a nice pair, and they even had my size in stock. So exciting!

We got our shoes (buy one pair, get a second pair half off!) and then headed off to the movie. I don’t want to ruin it for anybody, so I’ll just say I’ve heard it very accurately described as a modern-day The Sting. Well done! :)