where everybody knows your name....

Thursday night --

Take a walk after dinner.  Library?  Naw. A restaurant for dessert we don't want? End up at Stage Cellars-- a tasting room for many local wines.  Wine tasting for dessert can be a thing. We meet John from Arizona with a British accent.  He used to be an engineer....working on the space shuttle..... on the OMS-- they very piece that Judd used to work on at Rockwell.  "small world!"  By now, we're on a first name basis with Autumn the bar maid (is that what she's called in a wine cellar?) We  join the wine club so now we're members of a little walkable, pub-atmosphere place where everybody knows our name and we have to buy bottles a quarter. We started out right by taking 3 bottles home.  (and it's a school night!)


Friday night -- 

C-Street Bistro for early dinner. Only about  4 tables in the entire place so good we made reservations.  Judd has the pulled pork; I have the dungeness crab and pasta-- turns out to be WAY more pasta than crab. Need a box for leftovers.  Walking through town after dinner.  ?Brewhaus? Naw--Oktobertfest starts next week?  winery?  Naw-- did that last night.  A woman walking nearby says there are two movies going on: Dial M for Murder for $20 at the local church theater or the free movie: Ninotchka, at City Hall.  Duh!!  We pick the free movie.  You can make a donation for cookies and tea, which we do. We meet some everyone-is-so-friendly locals but I am becoming acutely sensitive to shaking hands as I believe, and confirm, that the crab-essentially--oily-mac-n-cheese, has exuded through the flimsy cardboard box into my purse, onto my down jacket, onto my scarf, my wallet, and, when I go to check my purse by putting it on my lap, onto my new work pants. We were charmed by the mayor who gives a little historical spiel about Greta Garbo before the movie, and then are amazed by the peals of laughter that accompany the free Tom and Jerry cartoon.  But during the rather ego-centric Orson Wells commentary on the movie, I grab Judd by the sleeve with my crab-smelling hand and say we need to get out of there before the mayor's wife's dog comes after my crotch. Whew!  What an impression we must have made on the neighbors.

from classicmoviestill.com