Kamikaze Blueberries

We're approximately two-thirds of the way in of what I jokingly refer to as our "Incredibly Over-Scheduled Weekend."

Ever have those? Where there is something going on just about EVERY FREAKIN' MINUTE of the WEEKEND??!!

Where you were hoping for a bit of rest & relaxation, and instead you're rushing here, there, and everywhere???!!

Oh my GAWD, I hate weekends like that...and yet here I am...stuck in one of them. Again. As usual. Sigh.

Our Trifecta of Tiredness came about partly due to bad timing, but also partly due to bad scheduling on my part. I guess I'm trying to blame someone else for this misfortune of events, but in actuality, the blame can pretty much be placed right at my own two feet. As usual. Sigh Again.

Big Event #1 was Friday evening...Hubby had no sooner walked in the door from work, when I was rushing him right back out the door so we could make our dinner reservations at a local restaurant, the Blue Bird Bistro.




We had theater tickets for later that night, so time was of the essence ("Hurry! We gotta' go! Now!")...and I thought we'd try a new place (for us, anyway; the Bistro has been around for years) for dinner. The Bistro is known for using organic, sustainable, local & all-natural ingredients in their food - and since I am trying, half-heartedly, to be sure, to eat healthier - there we were. At the Bistro. On time. Yay.




We began with bruschetta, topped with blueberries and a drizzle of honey....and although this LOOKED very pretty, it was pretty difficult to eat. Blueberries are round...and round objects have this annoying tendency to roll...and so, I would take a bite of bread and find several blueberries had managed to roll right off the bread and plop into my lap. Drat. I hate it when that happens.

And the honey? Sticky.

I would imagine that if I had ever been able to get all the flavors in my mouth at the same time, this would have been tasty. But that never happened. I HATE food that's hard to eat. Make it easy for me, folks - that's all I'm asking.

I don't really want to spend my Friday evening fishing kamikaze blueberries out of my lap.




Now, our salads looked delicious...organic mixed greens tossed with a house made blueberry vinaigrette and topped with crumbled blue cheese, almonds and candied onion slivers.

I am a cheese lover. Let's make that perfectly clear - there's never been a cheese that I don't like. But the blue cheese on this salad was pretty much over-powering...and I can't believe I'm saying that...as I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE blue cheese. A little blue cheese goes a long way, though...and in this case? That salad was swimming in cheese.

I never tasted the blueberries...or the almonds...or the candied onions...all I tasted was...cheese. Lots and lots of sharp, tangy, blue cheese.

For dinner, we had what I refer to as the Boring Brownish Beiges. Seriously. Both of our plates came out and I giggled at the lack of color on the plates, especially after the vibrant colors of the bruschetta and the salads.




Hubby had the boring brownish beige chicken risotto, which was pretty tasty - and peppery.




I had the boring brownish beige meatloaf and mashed potatoes...but you wouldn't know that, would you? Because they slathered my meat loaf in boring brownish beige mushroom gravy. They DROWNED it. Once I managed to scrape off some of the gravy, I found the meatloaf to be quite tasty.




For dessert, we tried the chocolate chip bread pudding...and trust me. It looked much better than it tasted...it was sorely lacking in flavor. And rum. Te tum tum.





After dinner, we hustled over to the theater, where we settled in to watch a 2009 Tony winner, "Next to Normal."

Not having ever seen this show - nor having heard much about it - I was bolstered by the positive reviews it had received in our local newspaper. About all I knew was that it was a rock musical dealing with mental illness. And it was directed by the same guy who directed "Rent", one of all-time favorite rock musicals.

Sounds like fun, right?

Not.

Um...Hubby and I go to a LOT of live theater. LOTS. We have season tickets to several theater venues in town, and average 2-3 shows per month. I don't consider us theater snobs - it usually doesn't take much to impress us, and we appreciate the efforts to put on shows for entertainment.

And rarely do we leave mid-performance.

This show? We walked out at intermission. Along with about half the theater. Seriously.

Who wants to go out on a festive Friday evening and be DEPRESSED, watching a woman deal with bipolar disorder and demons and then attempt suicide and later, receive electroshock therapy??

Not us.

So...after leaving the theater earlier than scheduled, we headed home...quickly changed out of theater clothes and into walking clothes...and headed to Relay for Life, which was Part #2 of our Incredibly Over-Scheduled Weekend, and which I've already blogged about HERE.

I'll pick up Part #3 later...and yes. There's a Part #4. Ack. TOO MUCH STUFF.

Sigh.