On Saturday Byron and I rose and scampered to the Lion and Rose faux-British pub to watch my alma mater meet his on the field of play next to the Olentangy river.
After some deliberation I decided to try the Bangers and Mash (which Byron had already decided on before walking in).
The Bangers and Mash consisted of three large sausages draped in mustard sauce riding atop a sea of mashed potatoes crested with onion gravy. To the left of this literal dreamland of meat and potatoes was the choice of side. Instead of chips I chose fried mushrooms. I didn’t even have to ask for ranch, it was already there, calling me. I’m proud to say neither of us were able to eat more than two sausages and there was plenty of Mash leftover when the pretty (but angry) faux-british waitress came to bus our table.
Seeing as it was Byron’s birthday – OU decided to give Ohio State a good fight (and Ohio State was caught napping).
After the game we went back to Byron’s apartment, where we discovered nobody was home. Which was a problem because Byron lost his keys a week ago. In search of water (it is incredibly humid in San Antonio) we walked literally two blocks away to the San Antonio public library.
The Santa Monica library is nice – but this library actually had a Dale Chihuly sculpture inside.
These ball sculptures were incredibly hot – I have no idea how Byron managed to hold onto one long enough for this picture.
From there we walked into must be the downtown area and revisited the Alamo to retake a picture we posted for two years ago and lost.
On the way we saw segways.
After returning home Iris cooked a delicious meal of chicken and couscous for dinner. We ate and watched the old animated version of The Hobbit.
Afterwards Byron and I headed to the local watering hole for drinks. Alan would eventually join us. After a bit we started discussing how hard it is to fit art making into our lives. We decided to take initiative and make some art that night. We sped over to the Quarry coffeeshop. Byron had photo paper and sharpies, and we used these for a few hours to make impromptu drawings. For a while we experimented with starting and finishing each others’ drawings. The results were mixed, and if Byron can scan them in maybe I’ll post them here one day.
I’m sure I gained a few pounds here. …they use a lot of potatoes for everything here.
You should visit your sister. I would wait until the winter though… 80 degrees here feels like 120 in LA.
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Isn’t California fabulous that way? I just love the weather. I don’t think I could live anywhere else in the US.
I didn’t see a lot of baked beans.. but we didn’t eat a lot of mexian food here… I think they were tired of it (and I get plenty in LA anyway)
In Aug of 62 there were a few days when they “hung the red flag” at the Alamo which ment it would be dangerous to your health to work outside. I had never been more than a hundred and fifty miles away from home untill then and was amazed at the heat. Then I went to North Dakota where it got to 40 below zero–then off to Bangkok and 130 degrees and huuuumid. Yeah–fine weather in Ca.
BTW-that just looks like a good breakfast in Marietta—where are the baked beans?
Good heavens, just looking at those sausages makes me gain two pounds. I’ve never quite understood British food, especially their traditional English breakfast. Yuck!
I’ve never actually been to Texas. I have a sister who lives in San Antonio. I really should go visit her there.