This second night was without tears.<\/p>\n
ThAnk GOD.<\/p>\n
She slept through the night, and I did too, but I woke up at 6:30. I betook myself to have the hotel breakfast and let daddy and daughter sleep.<\/p>\n
THEY got up about 8. Then it was zoo, and lunch. We left the zoo for lunch, and I wanted a nicer place to eat. But we couldn’t make up our minds, she was starting to be sleepy, and so it was del taco in the hotel room.<\/p>\n
She took a long nap, \u00a0though, and everyone rested during the afternoon. We decided to act like civilized people and not do anything strenuous. We all love shopping, so we went to a mall with plans to eat at a sit-down restaurant for dinner.<\/p>\n
The mall was fun, and they were home to a Red Robin burger joint. We went in, and sat down in full view of a carousel horse that was part of the decor.<\/p>\n
A horsey! A wooden horsey with a saddle to ride and everything! We visited the horsey several times throughout our stay. I had to repeat that it was for looking at, not for riding.<\/p>\n
When I was able to sit down, I told Chris that there was a Red Robin in Anchorage.<\/p>\n
“It was a spot that the churchy people would go to. A hangout spot for young adults and in particular the singles group.”
\n“We had one near Fullerton when I was going to University too. I avoided it,” he said.<\/p>\n
“Well…I remember not being very fond of the one in Anchorage either…Did you have a time like that? When you were discovering what kind of places you would like to go to as an adult?”<\/p>\n
That was the time in my life, trying things on because I picked them and not someone else. It turned out I didn’t really like Red Robin. I never understood the appeal. If it were up to me, I would have gone to the Java Joint (oh I wish it were still there…) or to a 24 hour diner. The 24 hour places never felt like they had to entertain you or be anything other than open.<\/p>\n
Open was enough. Give me some food, and all the coffee refills I can drink until past midnight, and that’s what I want.<\/p>\n
Until, of course, I got old enough to be more sophisticated and have some FAHNCY restaurant choices.<\/p>\n
Tonight, fancy was sitting down and having a waiter bring the food. So Red Robin was perfect.<\/p>\n
But Veronica didn’t like sitting still. We had to visit the horsey AND the bathroom multiple times.<\/p>\n
The last time we went pee-pee, we emerged to wash our hands with some very decked out teenage girls.<\/p>\n
These poor teenage girls at their version of fancy–Red Robin.<\/p>\n
I felt pretty frumpy. But still…THey were VERY decked out and made up.<\/p>\n
“What’s the occasion, ladies?” I asked, while leaning over Veronica to assist with the washing of hands.<\/p>\n
“PROM!” they all said, slightly embarrassed.<\/p>\n
Oh my. This was as time to be supporting and admiring of their efforts.<\/p>\n
“You look lovely,” I said. Then i turned around to give Veronica her paper towel for the completion of hand-washing. It occurred to me to take it a step further.<\/p>\n
“Look, Veronica! There are princesses here in the bathroom.”<\/p>\n
She looked up at them with big eyes. They giggled. And because I was stuck between teenage glamour and three-year-old values, I said “Princesses have to go to the bathroom too.\u00a0Everybody poops.”<\/p>\n
While they laughed a little harder, Veronica repeated the statement with great seriousnes,<\/p>\n
“everybody poops.”<\/p>\n
“she’s so cute!” the princesses said.<\/p>\n
“Okay, Veronica…Let’s go tell Daddy you saw princesses. Say bye-bye Princesses!”<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
This second night was without tears. ThAnk GOD. She slept through the night, and I did too, but I woke up at 6:30. I betook myself to have the hotel breakfast and let daddy and daughter sleep. THEY got up … Continue reading