I know it has been ages since I last posted. But let me tell you, as usual, I was beleaguered by work. And then at home in St. Louis doing all of things I listed in my previous post. No really. My mother took me to do ALL OF THE THINGS. You can read her interpretation of the trip here.
After picking me up at the airport (one of my most favorite things is to be picked up and not have to deal with getting myself home), and a quick stop at her office (where we saw this), we went straight to Steak N Shake. I had a shake, naturally.
And then, before even heading home, we went to the zoo. Where we rode the zoo train. And saw many animals.
On Friday, I slept in and caught up on some YA literature. It was glorious. And then we made time for margaritas. Duh!
We also made a trip to the local Dierbergs where we got a cart full of treats that can only be categorized as #midwestproblems. And I learned the hard way that there is such a thing as MINI BEERS. Why? And what a cruel discovery to make upon your return home.
And then we enjoyed said treats as we watched the Cardinals win the Pennant!
On Saturday, we went to the new outlet mall which was built in the middle of a cornfield. I failed to document said trip! I was too busy soaking up all the stores being in one place.
On Sunday, we ventured to Grant’s Farm–a place that is much more fun as an adult. Again, we saw lots of animals–but this time we got free beers and giant pretzels. The weather was perfect and sunny and just right for a long sit in the beer garden. Also, Lauren fed the goats.
On my last day, my mother and I ventured downtown to have lunch at Osage, a very Brooklyn restaurant. We had identical meals–a brie-LT (it was as good as it sounds) and cleared our plates. We then walked off our lunches at the Botanical Garden. Someone thought it would be a good idea to turn the fountain red in solidarity with the home team–but it mostly ended up looking like someone got murdered in the fountain.
And then we watched Dancing with the Stars which ended up being totally lame and toyed with our heartstrings.
So, thanks to my wonderful mother for a delightful trip home and indulging me in all the ways. I wish I hadn’t had to return to the mean streets of New York City! And also to my father for making at least one trip to the grocery store for more wine. In his slippers.
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Wonderful documentation of a wonderful visit home. I especially love the before and after pics of the Brie-LT! Zut alors! Miss you now. 😦
Sorry to miss you – though you may have been a bit too busy! Actually, I spent the weekend in Santa Fe, NM with my mom 🙂 Hope we can visit next time.