S&W, day three!

Day the last.

OKAY. So. Sunday was Mother’s Day and while my own mother lives rather far away, I was rather near to WH’s mom and his grandmother, so we woke up bright and early and went out with them and his dad to Bob Evans. Did you know that Bob Evans gives roses out to moms on Mother’s Day? Well, you do now.

They asked if I was a mother and I was tempted to say, “yes!” but I only have cats and there were four people there who would’ve called me on it.

So I made WH wear a crazy scarf from the kinetic sculpture race the day before (which I did not attend but saw photos of).

Doesn’t he look happy?

He’s such a good sport.

Then we went for a walk at Patapsco Park, which is my favorite park ever. We had planned on going to a little spot nobody really walks on, but I spotted a bridge and we changed plans.

The bridge in question:

It’s a suspension bridge, and rolls like a ship at sea when you walk across it.

A dude was kayaking, and I admit that I was more than a little jealous.

So then we did a little urban exploration, which usually freaks me out, but this time there were loads of other people exploring as well. So it was okay.

So cool! Next time I’ll be wearing better shoes. Then we hung out in the sun for a bit.

(WH’s coat is this crazy Austrian coat he got at a thrift store. He wears it everywhere. It makes him look rather German.)

On the way back to the car I scampered up these stairs:

They, plus a few little stacks of cinderblocks and bricks, are all that remains of Hell House.  I chickened out a few years ago when WH went to explore in advance of its demolition.

That evening, we headed back to H’s house and I got H into a sari.

Yay, saris! We headed into downtown D.C. to Marrakech, which is this crazy over-the-top Moroccan restaurant, hidden away behind a little tiny wooden door (seriously; you have to duck to get through). There was more silliness:

Some sugary chicken pastry:

And then a bellydancer.

(That’s E dancing with the bellydancer.)

I drank a lot of house-made kir. Afterward we made our way home and sort of crashed after a long, sleepy conversation.

Monday was a drive with Baobh for a while before heading to Jennie’s mom’s house again. There were horse farms:

And the trees were amazing:

We made it back to the ATL around 1am (with a brief stopover in an out-of-the-way Mexican restaurant). It was totally worth it.

Just so you know, I did end up with fiber-type purchases, but that’s tomorrow’s post.

About HappyGoth

By day, I'm a graphic designer. By night, I'm a knitter. I'm doing my part to keep Hotlanta stylish. I imagine that if you don't already understand the title of the blog, you're probably confused and perhaps slightly annoyed, but never fear - I do have a reason (and it's a good one). Having gone to hear Stephanie Pearl McPhee, and then having been inspired to blog about knitting, I found myself wondering what to call the blog. I recalled a conversation I had with Mouse and the Chicken Goddess about why it is a Bad Idea to anger knitters - this conversation was following SPM, aka the Yarn Harlot telling the assembled throng about Those Who Do Not Understand Knitting and Therefore Belittle It Much to the Chagrin of Others, or TWDNUKTBMCO, which is not the acronym she used but is the one I'm using because I forgot hers - that is, we are numerous and we all have very pointy sticks, easily transforming into an angry mob. Therefore, knitters = angry mob.
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3 Responses to S&W, day three!

  1. Jen says:

    Wait, those are *shoes* he’s wearing!

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