Knitting in the Shadows: Not at a theme park

October 02, 2009

Not at a theme park

Hello all.

I've run away from home. Not because home is bad... but because every now and then, a gal needs some time OFF. Luckily, I've a great and dear friend who likes to enable this behavor.

Yesterday, I flew to Orlando, got picked up at the airport and taken to Downtown Disney, where we shopped, and I bought silly things, including this T-shirt

and a present for my car's rear view mirror

(hey, it was cheap! and it's my favorite mickey)

And, of course, presents for the girls.

What? they read this blog! No way do YOU get to see the pressies before THEY do...

After frivolous shopping, we went to Raglan Road, (the real reason for stopping on Disney property) where I narrowly escaped buying one more T-Shirt:

The knitter in me enjoyed that one...

We tried to take pictures once we got into the restaurant proper... but... well.. we had phones, not real cameras, and it was dark. The web site makes it hard to link to things... but we enjoyed a Scallop Forest (each scallop comes on it's own fork, ready to dip in amazing sauce). And then there was this goat cheese salad that I'd happily eat daily until I couldn't fit through the door. And the ... well... NOT chowder (sort of an Irish Bouillabaisse)... delicious. But the real danger came through the desert menu.

Bread pudding... already amazingly light and delicious.... with this buttery caramel sort of sauce. and this... chocolate thing they describe as chocolate with more chocolate and then add chocolate.

And all the while, they've a live band playin' Irish music. Well. No, seriously -- well.

I'm really glad I don't live down there. I'd have to eat there often. And I'd be ... well.... more than a few sizes larger than I am now.

After dinner, we wandered a bit more, and I tried on silly hats:

But, eventually, we pried ourselves away from mouseville, and drove south. It was fun, and rather like old times, wending our way down smaller and smaller highways in the middle of the night. We enjoyed seeing a bunch of guys fishing off the bridges over Sarasota Bay in the middle of the night (and I do mean midnight), and laughing about the various reasons we weren't going to talk to them. .. all of which ended with ..."because they're, well, hanging around on the bridge in the middle of the night).

We ended the day with a walk on the beach. I tried to take a picture, because it was truly lovely, but my camera just can't.

Instead, I leave you with this view from my hotel room window.