Yesterday was a really good day. I got to see two friends. One of whom I hadn’t seen in at least 22 years. I haven’t actually stopped to count how many, for fear that it may shock me to realize how old I am. Dan and I visited and caught up on each other’s lives and ate some amazing tomatoes with buffalo mozzarella, fresh basil and balsamic vinegar at Romano’s Macaroni Grill. OH MY is that stuff good! I’m already planning to go to the Farmer’s Market in Dallas to get tomatoes to try my best to duplicate it at home. I think it would be just as good without the mozzarella.
Next I met up with my friend Mary to go see Keith Urban at the House of Blues in Dallas. She had found out that if we had dinner there, we could get into the concert quicker. So, by golly, that’s what we did. I was amazed at how good the food is! Neither of us had ever been to the HOB before, you see. Now, I can’t wait to go back. (Maybe for the Gospel Sunday Brunch!) We had trout with asparagus and brown rice with pecans. It was literally the best dinner I’ve had in years! I also had a melon margarita and I do believe it was the best margarita I’ve ever had — period, end of story.
The HOB is a really cool place. They have all of this wonderful folk art all over the place. I didn’t even think to ask if I could photograph any of it to show you what I’m talking about, but trust me it is great. I’d love to go back when they aren’t busy (wonder when that would be?) and really look at all of it while I wait for my food.
The concert was lots of fun! You can’t go wrong with a Keith Urban concert. Mary and I decided to sit in the bar area instead of standing in front of the stage. The thought of being in the middle of all those people made both of us feel a little nervous. I never realized I was at all claustrophobic, but I must be a little, because I was very happy to sit. Even after we realized that the acoustics where we were sitting were not that good. You could hear the music wonderfully, which is great because KU is a guitar wizard, but when he spoke to us, we could seldom understand what he was saying. And we missed half of the lyrics to the songs, which was OK too, because I knew them and just sang along when I wanted to. There was a balcony directly above us. We think that is why we had the bad acoustics for singing. Still, I wouldn’t hesitate to go back there. Just as a little note ladies, you could hear him singing perfectly in the rest room. I thought that was odd.
The first picture was taken from the bar stool I was sitting on with no zooming in of my camera. I wanted to be able to show how close we were even though were were probably some of those farthest away. Be sure to notice the way the ceiling is painted too. It would make a great quilt design!
The last one isn’t really that great. He moved just as the shutter clicked, but look at the curtains! Crazy Quilt pieced! I didn’t even notice them until he stood in front of them to sing.
All in all, a very good day!