Having attended both of Inspector Climate's grandfathers' funerals, I know that I would have learned so much about my own grandfather. I could have heard stories about his time in the Navy during World War II, how he was as a business man, uncle, and a young man.
I've spent the weekend feeling fairly desolate; I'm exhausted from loss of sleep and grief, and then there is just the general sadness of it all.
Unrelated (completely and utterly), last week was also Inspector Climate's 29th birthday. We had a gift certificate that I had won from Nuffnang to go to restaurant at Crown Casinos. We chose to go to Bistro Guillaume - because when you have a gift certificate why not get all fancy pants. I had called ahead because I wanted to make sure they could make me something gluten free and vegetarian, which is often a tough call at fancy establishments and they said they could. I'm writing about them because they had super good service and continually checked in on this allergic eater. I appreciated that. So here is some food pictures:
They also had these crazy skirt-light things which were pretty awesome.
Why yes, this is just a plate of vegetables - while I greatly appreciate their great service and attentiveness to my food allergies, I don't quite understand why just because I'm a vegetarian and gluten free all they can serve me is a plate of veggies.
The dessert was the highlight. Hello, creme caramel with passion fruit and grapefruit, let's meet again sometime.
Waiting for the train! Happy 29th birthday, Inspector Climate.
On Thursday I had a job interview (so far job interviews seem to happen after traumatic days. Like the time when I was up vomiting all night. Or the day after my grandfather dies). I pregamed for the interview with a delicious hot chocolate.
On Saturday, I spent the afternoon cuddling with my friend's puppy. Puppies make everything better.