OMG WHEN DID I BECOME THE OLD LADY?!

So last night I went on a lovely excursion reacquainting myself with some of the best parts of Minneapolis. Started at the Sculpture Garden and paid homage to the cherry on its spoon newly back from the cleaners, read all the inscriptions in the benches and thought again how much I'd like to meet the authors. Built up a bit of an appetite with all this Great Outdoors, so went over to Bar Lucat for a little nip and a nibble (lovely inexpensive by-the-glass Malbec that had my toes dancing!)

From there it was on to an old Rhiannon and Mike haunt: Chino Latino! Now, let me back up a moment, before I left for my Australian adventure this was a favorite place of the former Dynamic Duo of Rhiannon and Mike to go, meet up with other friends, hang out, nosh, what have you. They have/had happy hour nibbles and drinks for way cheap and the joint was always jumpin'. Well, it was still packed to the gills after all these years, but upon walking in I realized I was among the probably 90th percentile for female age. At 28. D'oh.

Men, well you people are always with pretty young things so that's a different discussion, but man oh man was it an eye-opener. I can't say I felt badly at all, but damn did it make me laugh my ass off to be deferred to by the younger jetset.

Dinner was fantabulous as always and the only annoying factor was that the doors to their little teeny tiny outdoor smoking patio/table area had some manner of hydraulics to keep it from snapping shut on the servers' heels. Now I understand this and it is an admirable function, however with the little bit of breeze going on it had to be manually closed each time it was opened which of course in a busy place the waitstaff didn't have time to do. So chilly willy the Rhiannon kept suddenly getting the shakes.

More adventures in new-home to come.