i started looking around

on Amazon yesterday.  They had some pretty interesting items recommended for me, going by my viewing/shopping history.

 After I finish with my 10 pack of needles, I figure I'll make a fashion statement.

 And if the feathers and crazy wig don't work, I can always go with the John Lennon look.

I guess Amazon really has me figured out.

slowly but surely

I'm getting there.  In another day or two, I should be finished with pictures... hopefully.  Yeah, I still have some images I need to sort through but I'm also waiting on a few orders to arrive so I can get those delivered.  And once that's finished, Christmas shopping MUST start.  I mean today's already the 9th.  It is the 9th of December and I have to shop for Christmas presents.  UGH.  I have so much to do.  I have a shopping list started but there's nothing on it.  I'm disappointing myself here.

Here's one of my problems.  Since I started this post, I got sidetracked and have done four separate searches.  Once I finish the pictures, I can do my searching.  So much to do and so little time...

Here are some bananas I bought a few days ago to use for banana bread.

Guess what.  I made time and baked two loaves.  That's one thing I can mark off my to-do list.  Now I just need to get started on all the rest.  I wish a nap was somewhere on that list.

here we are

and it's already December 4.  Christmas Eve is 20 days away and I have two presents under the tree.  I don't really know what to get everybody and I honestly don't feel like thinking about it.  Actually, the thinking about it doesn't really bother me, it's the deciding and buying part that gets me.  I have a few other things to do and shopping just doesn't sound fun.  I was kind of in the mood the other day but I bought something and the mood passed.  Usually I do most of my Christmas shopping online and that doesn't even sound like fun.  Oh well, there's a chance the gift recipients might be a little underwhelmed this year.  I don't know.  I guess I have a few days to change gears.  That's fine because I have stuff to do in those few days anyway.  When I finish with pictures next week though, I'm seriously going to have to TCB.

Speaking of having other stuff to do, I'm in a crazy mood today.  I woke up wanting to TCB.  I guess I better act on it before that mood passes too.

I'll sign off with this.  I wrapped lights around the trees in the front yard the other day.  Strat was watching.

my last post was

over a month ago.  A MONTH.  That month was exhausting, mentally and physically.  (Okay, maybe that sounds a little dramatic but seriously, it can be really draining when you think about all the planning and executing.)  November had a wedding, a reception, Thanksgiving, car stuff, animal stuff, allergy stuff and more.  The day after Thanksgiving was the day I'd been looking forward to.  I stayed in bed the whole day.  It was wonderful.

I'm posting a picture to represent November.  Look at me, getting all deep and heavy with artsy symbolism and stuff.

This was the sunset my first night in Vegas.  It was before everybody else got there so I gambled a little, ate a little and headed up to the room for pictures, tv and rest.  So now think of the sun going down as this last day of November.  Take it all in.  Heavy, I know.

Speaking of heavy, I need to go pick up dinner.

i said i'd be busy

and I wasn't joking either.  Here are a few things that have been going on:

- Cosme left yesterday for Vicksburg.  I wanted to go and do some sightseeing but I think we might go back another time, just the two of us and not with his coworkers and preferably not on a commercial flight.  Did I just admit that?  Crazy, I know.  I think I get less anxious when he flies instead of going on a commercial flight.  There's something about the process of getting to the airport, going through security and doing it all on someone else's schedule that really adds to my stressing out.  It's so much more laid back when you don't have to worry about what's packed where and keeping up with your one carry-on and/or one checked in bag and trying to get to the airport by this time and fighting for a spot for that carry-on.

- The dogs left another possum in the yard for me this morning.  It was a tiny one so I thought I'd handle it on my own instead of bothering Eric.  Didn't happen.  I went to throw it and it just slammed into the fence and bounced back into the yard.  The good news is it's close enough to the wire to keep them away until Eric wakes up... hopefully.  Also, it's cool outside.  TMI, I know.  Or, maybe with it being out of the dogs' reach, a bird will have easier access to it and take it away sooner.  It's been known to happen.

- I have a list of names I need to write in the Parish Book of the Dead for the church.  Since Saturday is the 31st, I need to work on getting that done.

- I need to remember to take our old Uverse stuff to UPS.  Now that the Cowboys had us switch to Direct TV, I don't need any of that anymore... and don't want to be charged for the boxes.

- I have a hair appointment tomorrow.  It's the first haircut I've had in several months and I still haven't colored it since February.  I just can't decide what I want to do.  I was going to get a pedicure today but think I might wait until tomorrow and maybe try to get a bunch of name writing done today.

- I got annoyed with the contractor who did our roof and fence yesterday and hung up on him.  Cosme is right, I have no in between.  I am super sweet or raging mad.  And usually, there's no warning.  I take it and I take it and then I flip.  I've mentioned it before but I've been asked by recipients of the flipped me to please say something sooner if something's getting to me next time.  In most cases, there won't be a next time.  They have either 1) learned not to make it go there or 2) burned that bridge and I don't have anything else to do with them.  In the case of the contractor, it's the latter and I let him know.  It's not that I'm against second chances but I already gave a second chance... and third, fourth, fifth...

- I've been buying this lately.

I can't drink a lot at once, maybe because it's thicker like a smoothie and less like a juice.  I'm not the biggest fan of smoothies.  First of all, it seems like every smoothie I've had has been overloaded with bananas and that doesn't work for me.  Second, meh...  But anyway, this stuff is good.  It's fruity berry goodness.  Try it.  If you don't like it, just send the rest my way.

Now I guess I'll find my calligraphy guidelines and tackle the name writing.  Maybe I'll have one thing to scratch off the list today.

i'd like to take

a moment and share the bougainvillea.  I say the bougainvillea because of the four I planted a few years ago, this is my best and favorite.  One died.  One is doing okay and another is doing a little better than okay but this one... sigh.  I like not only that it's taking over but I love the color.  It's dark but bright but muted. 

I think I'll call this color Melanie Red or Melanie Pink.  Or maybe just Melanie.

Pretty soon I'll have a section of fence that will remind me of California.  I'll probably put a chair in front of it to sit and stare and pretend I'm on vacation.  I'll take a glass of wine out there with me so I can get the full effect.  Oh, that and put the dogs in their cage.  Or maybe just sit so close that I'm within their invisible fence zone.

You should see my grass.  The grass isn't terrible but those weeds that grow and stick up about 2 feet are horrible.  Just horrible.  I called Antonio last week and he said his guys would be here Wednesday or Thursday.  Didn't happen.  I called him yesterday to make sure I was still on the list and told him nobody came last week.  He sounded a little surprised and said he'd be here this morning.  Thank goodness.  The yard is embarrassing.  And then it started raining this morning.  #defeated  Luckily the rain has quit but now if some sun will break through, I'll try to have hope once again.  Maybe if I stare at the bougainvillea long enough I'll forget about the weeds.  #Don'tCountOnIt

it's been a busy busy

week.  On the plus side, I got a lot done.  That's always good.  Now for the bad news.  I've got a headache.  I know it's sinuses and I thought long and hard before I took my Zyrtec D.  I didn't know if I should just take the headache pill and be done with it or the Zyrtec D.  Apparently I didn't think long enough or hard enough because an hour later and I'm still sitting here with a headache.  I thought an early Coke might help out.  Not yet.  My next move?  Breakfast.  That usually helps.

Speaking of food, last week I was watching the Cooking Channel and saw someone making Graham Cracker Toffee.  I hit record and made it a few days later.  I made some with pecans, as the recipe called for

I made some without nuts in case Eric wanted some

And then I also had the pan's liner to lick.

It was all wonderful and I ended up throwing it in the garbage because we couldn't stop.  It was SO addicting.  I need more right now.  It'd probably get rid of my headache, or at least make me forget about it for a few minutes.

i was looking over the

water bill.  I rarely do that unless it's just crazy high.  Anyway, I was looking it over but zoomed in because everything was all shifted to the right so the billing date looked like the due date and other stuff like that.  By zooming in, I noticed the note "*voluntary contribution".  Okay.  Well I noticed the two asterisks included in my breakdown and sure enough, that all adds up to my amount due.  It reminds me of that whole fine print of tips being included.

Now, I'm not about to not donate to the city's emergencies services and I'll even donate the 50 cents to the beautification cause (even though it's a little questionable) BUT... it shouldn't be included in the breakdown of my total.  It should be one of those extras, like "Do you wish to contribute $1 to the Presidential fund?" - or whatever that lame, off the wall one is.  But no, it's thrown in there, mixed with the things we have to pay like garbage and tax.  And tax?  Am I being taxed for a "voluntary" contribution?  This just seems to be getting shadier by the minute. 

What I'm getting at is, sure, $4 isn't a lot of money but to somebody, that $4 could be a loaf of bread and carton of eggs or meat to have for dinner.  That could be going towards a kid's lunch money or haircut.  If the city's going to keep it added into the total due, it should be noted as a mandatory contribution.  There's a difference, you know.

how about a few of

the grandfather's slides for today?  I was going through some yesterday.  I like them just how they are but I had to play around with a few too.

And here's the first one in black and white.  I like how colorful it is but I also like it plain.

I love going through these slides.  Unfortunately, I'll be busy for the next few days so I won't have time for any of it.  On that note, if I don't show up for a few days, it's because I'll be busy.  There's a lot going on but by the way I'm sitting here typing in my pajamas and a robe, you'd never guess.  Actually, you know those times where you can't do this until that but you can't do that until something else and you're waiting on another thing before you can consider doing the something else but you don't really want to do the other thing until 10:00?  That's where I am.  Patiently waiting to TCB but once the time comes to TCB, I'll knock it all out in beast mode.  Guess I'll sign off to prepare for that beast mode.

let me tell you

about Saturday.  Cosme was scheduled to check out on a bigger, faster, higher powered plane.  He asked me to come along so I went.  He let me know when we were almost there that he might be required to do a few things that I probably wouldn't be excited about.  I told him these were things he needed to verify before I got on that plane.  He asked and it was confirmed.  He would have to do two stalls while we were up there.  The instructor explained everything in detail, while my hands were sweating and I couldn't quit laughing.  (I'm pretty sure that nervous laugh of mine is eventually going to convince people I'm crazy.)  Anyway, they both assured me that it would be fine.  I figured what the heck and went along.  Our destination was Rockport.  We weren't landing but just doing a touch-and-go.  I was doing fine, just reading in the backseat and then they let me know.  We were about to do our first stall.  I probably should have told them in the beginning to not warn me but just do it.  Seriously, chances are I would've been too preoccupied on my iPad to notice what was going on.  Anyway, here came the first stall.  I knew it would involve flaps doing something and then the nose dipped a little.  The plane reminded me with the warning "STALL, STALL, STALL".  OMG.  No worries though, Cosme recovered it all just fine and we went on our way.  I knew one more would happen so I tried to get distracted again with my iPad, seriously dreading the next stall because I knew it involved the nose going up.  (I seriously just had shivers thinking about it.)  Anyway, I got preoccupied and then they let me know again.  Here it comes.  Imagine this.  Imagine a roller coaster, which by the way, I hate.  So imagine that roller coaster that people love at theme parks.  Now imagine it not really being a ride at a theme park but you're 4500 feet in the air and this is real life.  The nose went up, "STALL, STALL, STALL...", my hands were sweating and as I had a death strong grip on my camera and iPad, Cosme recovered.  Deep breath.  Stalls were over, then we hit an air pocket or something and I almost lost my camera and iPad.  GULP.  At this point I knew I was ready to land and be done with it.  Then it started raining.  No biggie, there wasn't any lightning.  We made it to Rockport.  By the way, do you know anyone who can spot an unfamiliar town's bakery from the air?  I doubt it but guess who did.  So we touched and went in Rockport and were headed home, avoiding rain clouds.  I think we took a longer route back to avoid a certain area on the radar where lightning was.  We landed and then I had a margarita.

Here are some of the pictures I got from the ride.  I know a lot of them look alike but really, they're not.

The sun is trying to break through.

Scattered showers

Rain

Along the coast

Rain to the left, not to the right.

Now just stop a minute and look at this runway.  This isn't where we landed but it definitely caught my attention.  Look at it.

No, really.  Look at it.  How close is the bay side to the water?  (Not that the coast side is terribly far from the other end.)  Now think about this for a minute.  In order to come in for a landing, you'll need to get set up.  Not only does that involve lining up for it, with either side being over water, but you're also going to be getting lower... OVER WATER.  I can't think about this.  I just know I never want to land there.

I think this entire post makes me deserving of a really strong Coke.

a couple of years

ago I bought dark gray hand towels for the half bath.  Once washed, they seemed purple.  I bought a few more of a different brand.  Once washed, they seemed purple too.  I just figured I'd deal with it.  Not long ago I bought light gray towels for our master bath.  I washed them and now they seem lavender.

Is it just me?  The last thing I ever planned was turning our bathroom purple.  I think the next time around I'll stick with white. 

There's a photo walk tomorrow that I haven't been able to decide on.  It's at a botanical garden in Humble.  That's a long drive.  Well, it's not a terribly long drive but it's a drive I don't really feel like making.  I still have a few hours to decide.  I doubt I'll go but I guess I could get my batteries charged just in case... unlike I did last weekend when we got 20 minutes down the road and I realized the one battery I had with me was flashing low.  It's a good thing we turned around to get another, you know, for all those pictures I didn't get.

Oh well.  I have things I need to be doing right now but I just don't feel like it.  I could start a load of laundry, run a few errands or even go get a pedicure.  I'm just not in the mood for any of it.  I was going to walk the dogs earlier but I didn't feel like having to wave at anyone.  Maybe I could do that now.  (The walking, not the waving.)  Although, if I do have to wave, it'd be at the guy who mows the neighborhood entrance and public spaces.  I'd wave my fist at him like he practically did to me the other day.  Maybe I shouldn't get out and put myself in the position of having to face anyone today.  Why can't it be a rainy day?  That'd scratch a few options off that list.  I guess as long as I'm sitting at this computer, my list of "maybe I should" is only getting longer.  Maybe I should sign off before I make myself think there are even more things I could be doing.  That sounds like a good idea.

i've told several people

and I might've mentioned here before but I don't think I've ever told Cosme... not until the other day.  But I finally told him that yes, sometimes I want to leave and move back to the city.

This was taken with my birthday present.

I haven't told him because I knew he'd love to jump on it.  But I have told him that sometimes I think about it and I've even looked up houses online.  It's been like this a lot over the last few years.  Even though I grew up in the city, I spent a lot of time down here in these small towns.  When I was a kid, it was neat and I loved it.  Everybody and everything was so close by.  Sure, there was more to it than that but I guess a lot has changed over the years.  Or maybe nothing's changed except for me.  Oh crap, now this post is starting to sound all deep and thought provoking.  Not really.  Maybe a small town isn't the best place for somebody who likes their space and keeping to themselves.  (On the other hand, what kind of a place is a blog for someone who likes keeping to themselves?  Totally different.)  Or maybe seeing what everybody's up to via social media is good enough for me and the small town makes it almost too much.  Either way, it's just one of those things.  I really don't want to leave and there are a lot of reasons: no traffic, quick and easy trips around town and even to the next town, lower crime rate (knock on wood), fairly quiet, more for your money... I could go on.

For now though, I think we'll stick to the small town and I'll just use this blog to vent, reflect and have revelations.  (Too much?  Yeah, I thought so.)

my birthday was

yesterday.

I'm now 43, XLIII, "George W".  You get the idea.  However you want to look at it, guess what I had for breakfast.

Did you guess birthday cake from Moeller's?  If so, you'd be correct.

it's early

I mean REALLY early.  It's 4:20 in the morning.  Normally our alarm clock goes off in 10 minutes but since Cosme's out of town, it won't.  Also, I've been up since about 1:30.  I'll probably have a nap in a few hours (which I HATE doing)... you know, when the sun's up and blasting through my bedroom windows.  Makes sense.  Since 1:30 I've read some, finished a movie, started another movie but turned it off to read a little more then I decided to set up my tripod on the driveway after letting Eric know I was going to be up and about and to not shoot.  Now I'm sitting here drinking a Coke, listening to music and typing.  Isn't that what everybody does at this hour? 

It was frustrating outside.  It's SO humid.  The lens was foggy, my hair was getting bigger by the second while falling out of the clip and I was doing everything possible to keep the dogs from barking (which I successfully pulled off).  On the other hand, I saw a shooting star or something (which I managed to miss by a few seconds with my camera), heard a car alarm go off in the back of the neighborhood, was being watched by what I hope was just a cat and last but not least, decided the car swerving down our street was only delivering papers and a 911 call wasn't necessary. 

I know one thing for sure though.  My neighbors should be more considerate and watch for me at odd hours in case I need them to turn off their outside lights.

Nice garage lights you have there, neighbor.

Here's one of the pictures from playing around on the driveway at 3:30.

Other than that, it's just early.  I'm tempted to drive to Shipley and pick up a donut but I'm scared it's too early and instead of giving me a hot, fresh one, I'd get some cold substitute left over from yesterday's last batch.  Ugh... the crisis of trying to figure it all out.

it's that time of

year to wonder what the rule is.  Kind of like the whole "no wearing white until Easter but definitely not after Labor Day".  Yeah, yeah, yeah.  But the one important question:

What is the official date to start burning the autumn themed candles and wax?  

 
I might've broken a rule but last weekend, I started.  All the wax in the Scentsy warmers went from the usual to Frosted Ginger Cookie.  I'll slowly work my way into Mandarin Moon and Maple Butter but in this house, the season has started.  If people can start with all the pumpkin recipe pins on Pinterest, I can at least have my house smell like pumpkin pie to fit in, right?

Forget it.  I'm not wondering anymore.  I hereby declare September 1st as the official day to feel free to make your house smell like fall.

In other, more shocking news, I'm going to try to sell our Cult tickets.  Did I mention I bought Cult tickets?  They're coming on October 31st.  Since then, the church has decided to do a haunted house if I can help.  If our tickets sell, we'll be scaring area kids.  If not, we'll be in Houston watching a show.  It's a win/win situation.

every so often i

decide to make quiche.  I buy the spinach, let it thaw, never get around to making the quiche and throw the spinach out.  That happens several times until I either get tired of the routine and realize I'm not going to get it done or I give in and make the quiche.  This last time I only had to throw away 2 past-their-prime packages of spinach.  Also, I figured I'd use a frozen pie crust.  You know, to make things easier and maybe adding a little more motivation to the mission.  So, I was trying a new recipe, one I found on Pinterest.  Cheesy Bacon Spinach Quiche.  Well, I tried to follow the recipe as closely as possible.  Unlike the pie crusts I normally make, those frozen ones weren't deep dish.  So guess what.  I didn't have enough room for all the ingredients.  I eyeballed it to balance it all out (but definitely using the full amount of bacon... duh).  And just like that, all the hopes I had of my frozen pie crust saving me a few steps vanished.

One of my favorite messes to clean.  Baked-on egg.

 Ugh.  On the plus side, once I made a huge mess and spilled so much getting this thing into the oven, there was enough room to add the rest of the egg.  Yea, me.

I was happy with how it turned out so I'll keep it in the books.

I was going to make muffins to go along with the quiche but found this recipe on Pinterest and decided on it instead.  Cinnamon Roll Breakfast Cake.  We liked it too.

Mine didn't look quite like the picture on the original blog but I wondered if it was because mine had already cooled down a bit at this point.  Either way, it's cinnamon and sugar with icing.

That's the only picture I got because I was hungry and wanted to hurry and eat.  Afterwards, I was stuffed and didn't want to see any of it.  Right now though, I wouldn't mind having a bite of each.

i got a little sidetracked

and have found myself going through my grandfather's slides.  So today, I'm posting a few of his pictures.

I think picture might give me nightmares.  Land, please.

This one says one thing to me.  America.  Well, not because of the location but the subjects.

This was a color slide but the colors were so off an faded.  So now this one looks about 50 years older than what it is.

I first thought these resembled chocolate fountains but then I realized those are ladders and not places for the chocolate to slide down.  Now I'm thinking they belong on a spaceship.  Is it just me?

Now I'm off to dig some more.  Fun, fun, fun!

like i was saying

I spent Saturday night searching where we could find something sweet and apple filled in this German town.  We had talked about the airport diner, which we heard had a great breakfast (and awesome milkshake) but no.  I'm sorry.  Once the apple-filled thought popped into my head, it wasn't going away.  So I searched and there it was.  Old German Bakery and Restaurant.  It was a plan.

But first I needed to go back to Luckenback.  We got there right before 9:00, just as the store was opening.

Cosme talked to the lady working the store about the history of the town while I shopped.

Sunday morning, way too early for Leon Russell's show.

 So yeah.  We walked around, shopped a little, learned a little and then headed off for breakfast.

I knew I'd found us the right place when we arrived and there was a crowd on the sidewalk, all waiting for tables.  We went in to put our name on the list and the hostess asked us how many.  Oh, only two?  She looked over to a table where an elderly woman and man (not together, just table sharing) were having coffee.  "If you want, you can sit at this table.  They're locals."  We both said sure and sat down with two strangers.  They immediately started up a conversation with us and it was funny and cool all in one.  So they gave us pointers on ordering, like only order one German pancake because they're big.

And then the best way to fix it and eat said pancake.

FYI, put your butter on, roll it up a few times like a burrito and then pour your syrup on.

And which pastries in the case were what and which were the best.  I didn't get any pictures of the pastries but I bought PLENTY.  Maybe we need to schedule another trip just for pastries.  Pastrypallooza.

Anyway, Cosme got a Belgian waffle and an omelet.  Which, by the way, our new table companion said he forgot to tell us we should ask for the biscuit to be grilled.  I'll remember that for next time but it was still a wonderful biscuit.

The table next to us had hash browns come and I knew we needed an order as well.

Seriously, y'all.  There's no way we could've eaten it all and I didn't want to leave it but it really wouldn't have held up well.  (Hanging my head in defeat.)

By the time we finished with Luckenback and breakfast, Cosme was ready to do more.  No.  You feed me like that and I'm done.  We went back to the hotel, got our stuff loaded up and got ready to fly back.  (But first you know I had to buy a couple of t-shirts from the hotel... please.)

Anyway, we plan to go back and do more of what we did last weekend.  Maybe next time we'll hit up the vineyards instead of the brewing places and maybe even listen to some live music.  Honestly though, I'd be totally fine with more of the shops and food.  Until then, I think the latest and greatest fad diet is calling my name.

let's start with

last weekend.  We had planned on a trip to San Antonio but since it was Restaurant Week, we decided on Fredericksburg.  It's not like we'd never talked about going, it just never fit into the schedule... until last weekend.  The plans were made and off we went.  We landed Saturday and stayed at The Hangar Hotel.  Whoever thought of that had the BEST idea EVER.  Seriously.  We landed and parked the plane in the hotel's plane parking lot.

This was SO convenient.  Every town should have something like this.  Also, no pets or children under 18 allowed.

The bathroom.  Just because.

The phone on the nightstand.  Again, just because.

We walked next door to rent the airport's last available car.  Talk about awesome luck.  We really hadn't planned on renting a car but decided we would if one was available and luckily, someone turned one in early.  So we rented the car and headed out for beer tasting at The Pedernales Brewing Company.  I don't care for beer but I did have one glass (of the four I paid for).  Needless to say, Cosme had a lot more than me.  Anyway, I told them I don't care for beer so they gave me one that wasn't too bitter.

A scene from our tour.

After the beer, we headed over to Luckenbach.  It was packed.  I mean let's face it, we got there at 3:00 on Saturday.  (Yes, I understand a crowd is fine but when you have pictures you want to get, people hanging out everywhere is annoying.)  We decided to head back to Fredericksburg because I knew I wanted to look in their shops.  I bought a few things and was talking to a few employees at one store and told them the German rental car lady already suggested a restaurant we planned to try.  They let me know we'd be better off calling for a reservation.  So I did.  We cut our shopping/browsing/walking down Main Street a little short because our reservation was for 6:00.  I asked about a dress code and the restaurant told us business casual.  I've been to plenty of restaurants and I know what business casual is.  I asked if we'd be okay in jeans and shorts with tennis shoes or if they'd turn us away.  She said we'd be fine.  So we headed over to The Cabernet Grill and ended up being a little early.  I learned a little something that day.  Houston's business casual and Fredericksburg's business casual are not the same thing.  We were just fine.  At this point we were both starving so we kind of went overboard: a bottle of wine, two appetizers, a salad, two entrees and a dessert.  We pigged out.  BIG TIME.  I didn't get pictures of everything but here's "my" appetizer and our dessert.

Brie with a maple glaze and grapes served with crackers.  We ate the entire thing.

Apple pie topped with ice cream and whipped cream.

After all that we almost couldn't move but knew we had to.  Actually, Cosme was just about sick.  As for the other food, the other appetizer was bacon wrapped figs with bleu cheese (I think) and some sauce that Cosme ended up sopping up with the basket of bread, Cosme's salad (that he loved) was tomatoes with pesto and something else, my filet mignon with a serrano roasted garlic bearnaise on the side with mashed potatoes and corn and Cosme's lobster topped chicken fried ribeye with whatever sides he got.  We were stuffed.  We headed back to the hotel and crashed.  We originally planned on heading over to The Officer's Club (hotel's bar) but we couldn't handle another bite or sip of anything else.  I was a little bummed because I realized after everything that in this German town, I didn't stop for any sweets.  Oh well, the good thing about taking in too much too soon and crashing early, I had time to research bakeries for the next morning.

But I'll get into that tomorrow.