Mar 12, 2010

Deja vu, goat-style; or How I spent my birthday



Another year has come around, as they will do every 365 days or so. Yesterday happened to be my 31st birthday. Great thanks to all the people who wished me well on Facebook. It's marvelous, this social networking. I feel ever so popular. :D







We experienced a strange coincidence. For a second year, our new Nubian buck was delivered on my birthday, and this one is quite possibly the cutest goat in the history of ever. His name is Penn, as he's our fifth buck.


For those who remember Ford from last year, he's still with us, but in a stroke of bad luck of such astronomical odds that could only befall our family, Ford has no apparent...how to say this when sensitive types might be reading...there are no eggs in his basket, no coins in his change purse. I mean to say, he doesn't have any apparent testicles, which is a real problem for a stud. It's sort of his only job requirement. He's on his last chance with Prieka, a vial of whose blood I'll be sending off for a pregnancy test next week. (No, I don't think I can use the ones from the drugstore, not that I haven't thunk of it.)

After much very important video game playing, Carcassonne with hubby Kevin and Tetris Party with best friend Alan in England, it was off to lunch with my Mom, her household and my older sister, Hope. If you haven't been to Dragon King Buffet in the Chesterfield Meadows shopping center, run, don't walk. The restaurant is gorgeously appointed, with a hand-painted mural along an entire wall and a giant fountain above an indoor koi pond. Sorry I don't have any pictures; I didn't want to be 'that guy.' In addition to two steam tables of typical Chinese buffet fare, you also get sushi, Mongolian bar-b-que, and desserts including real ice cream. All that for less than a sawbuck.

Milk the goats real quick and it's off to Penny Lane Pub. If you like a nice nosh, a dark beer and trivial trivia, head upstairs on Wednesdays, but get there early. We...did not. It was packed in there, whatever state of crowdedness comes between 'standing room only' and 'tragic second flood collapse.' The fellow tending bar, who had the air of a manager, told me his name and the names of everyone working upstairs, which I of course promptly forgot. But it was nice, it made me feel like a person of very importance. He even poured me a free shot called a Limerick Kiss

Never pass up the chance to eat at Penny Lane. Two friend scarfed down cottage pies with gusto. I had the Beckham and Owen, a sausage roll and meat pie with mashed potatoes and veggies and a healthy ladle brown gravy. The trivia turned out to be Irish-themed, as they're not doing trivia next week to make more time for hard-core drinking.

We had the best time, especially when the quiz emcee put on Denis Leary's "A$$hole Song" when the game was over and our whole table was singing along like happy fools. I feel sorry for everyone that wasn't.

Before we went to Penny Lane, everyone we invited went to their website and made good use of the Parking Tips page. Why does every business in Richmond proper not have one of these?!

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