The Yard House

Last night, Patrick and I went to the Yard House for dinner and beer. There's one down on the water in LB, and it's a nice location, and he's been working so hard on the kitchen, it seemed like a good night to go out. Plus I haven't been home all week!

Anyway, I got the drinking started with a Harp, while we waited for our table. Once seated, Patrick caught up, drinking two Fat Tires while I ordered my second, a Paulaner (note: I haven't had Paulaner in ages and it was just as good as I remembered it). We did eat food, so don't think this was just a beer fest - I had the Hawaiian Poke Stack, which is totally delicious, and Patrick had something (I forget what his appetizer was; I didn't want any, so it was either not my thing or way too fattening). For dinner, I had a chicken Caesar salad and a Snakebite. I should've started with the Snakebite - it was a bit sweet. And Patrick had another Fat Tire, which took forever to come, and in the end, they graciously offered to take off our tab.

We walked around downtown a little, before heading home for two more beers each (I had a Guinness and one of those weird Trader Joe's beers we bought a while ago; Pat had a couple Fat Tires he had stashed in the fridge). And then we sat around the living and watched TV, me on the laptop. I guess I'm outlining our evening out and in because it's so unusual for us to drink so much, but it was a fun night, as tame as it must sound. I was fine, lying there on the couch, and didn't feel very much wasted until at about 1:30 and we decided to go to bed. Getting up was a bit of a challenge, and I had one moment in the hall where I was about -this- close to eating it.

Today he's finishing up (?) the kitchen, and I'm off for a facial and have been charged with going to Home Depot and purchasing the handles and hinges for the cabinet doors. I already see me having a hissy fit: I hate Home Depot! Oh, and I gotta get my car washed... and practice. No City Garage, no rehearsals until Monday: this is going to be a nice weekend spent doing the neverending laundry, cleaning the house, and maybe bringing in the kitchen appliances and doo dads we deem worthy of reentering our newly painted kitchen.