OH GOD! I'LL NEVER EAT AGAIN

Groooooooooan!  I was soooo full after dinner at Hy's!  Its now more than a day later and I am still full.

We had so much fun!  The evening turned out exactly, maybe even better, than I had hoped and aimed for.

Arnie, bless her, brought a wonderful picture of Bill and we put it up at the end of the table so he was definitely part of the event.  We told stories..and believe me there were a lot to pick from, some not so nice!  Hahahaha!!!  Poor Myles and Bradley, I think they wonder sometimes what kind of family they have tangled with.  And of course the more booze consumed, the louder we got!  There was a lot of raucous laughter!

Dinner was as spectacular as I remember Hy's being.  We ordered a bunch of appies to share...escargot, cheese bread, beef carpaccio, steak tartar, tuna tartar, caesar salad..maybe more, can't remember at the moment.  Was beyond delicious!

Lots of things were prepared table side, making for a lot of entertainment.  And many things were flambeed much to our excitement.  Our waiter, James, was amazing....and British!  That pleased Bradley to no end!

Anyway, I have posted some pictures of the dinner below.  I am at Arnie's at the moment and am heading home in about an hour.  It looks like another awesome day to travel.  My jeep window is beyond bug filthy and there is a big crack right across it right at eye level.  Which in itself is okay but the sun hits it just so and it becomes like a spotlight, right smack into my eyes...which aren't great at their best.

Just a quick note here...sleeping here at Arnie's is an adventure.  First of all, I have to share their sectional with Granddog, an eighty pound solid baleful snoring mass full of attitude.  Then there is wheezy sneezy snorey Molly, right there about six feet from me.  And best of all is Fred, the ancient talkative, and I mean loud and insistent

VISITING WHILE WE WAIT FOR OUR FOOD

SCHMYLY AND JAMES IN THE BACKGROUND

THEIR VERSION OF STEAK TARTAR

THE HIT OF THE EVENING...ESCARGO...ABSOLUTELY DEVINE 

THERE IS BILLY...KEEPING AN EYE ON IT ALL

MY DINNER....LOBSTER TAIL AND STEAK DIANE WITH TWICE BAKED POTATO

APRIL'S BEEF WELLINGTON...WITH FRIES, MUCH TO OUR CHAGRIN!

JUST ONE OF THE FLAMBE AT TABLE SIDE DISHES

BANANAS FOSTER

 talky cat.

So, realizing that there is no moving Granddog off the couch for love nor money, I adjust accordingly...half sitting with my feet on the coffee table.  I could move to the other section but its hot in here and the fan is right over my head on the Granddog section.  

So I settle in and I am exhausted, so I actually start snoring myself before I am even asleep yet!!!  How the hell does that happen?  So after snorting myself awake a few times, I finally drop off...soundly.  But around 12 thirty Granddog kicks me...hard!  I wake up and resettle but clearly the dog is dreaming!  Jerk jerk twitch twitch kick ick jiggle jiggle snore snore SNORE!  Holy Cow!!  Fortunately I am sleepy enough to go to sleep in spite of her.

A couple hours later I hear MEEEOOOW, MEEEOOOW, MEEEOOOW!  Fred is on the move and talking about it.  I don't know how they sleep through that!  So I listened to him meow for a while and dropped back to sleep.

Then, a while later, I was jolted awake by a gross throat gargle noise followed by what sounded like vomit hitting the floor.  Ah jeez!  I waited for the smell to hit me.  Fortunately by then Granddog, the culprit, had willing on her own moved to her bed on the floor.  And as I lay there thinking about all this, Molly starts yipping and twitching then snoring.

ahhhhhh....the life with animals!!  Good thing I love them all (except Molly)  TTYL