That felt like a short weekend.  I’m not entirely sure I didn’t miss a day somewhere.  Guess it’s over though.  That’s usually the sign of a busy weekend, which I suppose it was.  We started things off on Friday with happy hour down at the Phoenix, where we watched Lonnie McFadden for a few hours.  Great show.  We got there about 30 minutes before he started and grabbed what I thought was a great table.  It’s the table I always eat lunch at so it must be a good one.  As it turned out, maybe it was a better spot for lunch than watching a band.  We were over on the “bar side” of the place, where it got pretty loud pretty quickly with the after-work crowd.  I think over on the dining room side of the place might have been better for watching the show.  Oh well, the place was packed so I’m not sure it made a huge difference, but we’ll try the other side next time.

Saturday we had some tentative plans for several different things, none of which panned out.  We did roll up north, with Teagan in tow, and visited with Donette’s parents for a while.  They had just completed a big remodel in the house so we got to see that, and Teagan enjoyed the opportunity to play fetch in a yard bigger than a postage stamp.  After that we headed back south, and settled in for the evening.  Just couldn’t get going again.  There were a few festivals nearby that we had considered going to, but between the muggy heat and a general lack of interest (not to mention a general lack of funds,) we just couldn’t quite get out the door.

Sunday I got up early and rode my bicycle down to Union Station to participate in the City Of Fountains ride.  Munkirs met me down there, and we took off on the “long” route.  Good ride, if maybe marked a bit sketchily.    By the end of the ride it seemed people had pretty much given up on even trying to follow the route, and were just trying to head the right general direction.  Musta worked, we ended up back where we started eventually.  With my ride down there and back, I got 50 miles out of the morning, a good distance for me.  After I got home and cleaned up, we headed off to the pool for my inaugural visit of the year.  Donette’s been a few times already, but I’ve had neither the opportunity or the inclination myself.  Sunday was a nice afternoon though;  Not too hot, and with all the rain the pool provided an icy-cold option if things did get a little too warm.  We hung out there for a few hours, then headed for a late lunch / early dinner at Quintons, a new entry up in Waldo.  It got a rather mixed review from us.  On the upside, they feature four different reuben sandwiches, which just so happened to be exactly what I was in the mood for.  I went with the pastrami option, on rye.  (As if there should even be another bread choice;  They did have white or wheat for some weird reason though.)  It was an excellent sandwich, if I ever do get back there it will be to have another one of those.  Donette had turkey on a croissant, which she said was good also.  But, on the downside, we just didn’t really care for the place.  That’s a little vague, I realize, but such was the case.  It was a little overpriced, a little stuffy, and when the owner dropped in and changed the channel from the Royals game we were clearly watching, I think it probably marked the end of Quintons for us.