Al & Mr. J got their cookies as promised early Friday night. I skipped outta work early and hit the road. So I was in S'toon by about 7:00pm. The drive really isn't too bad once you are used to it. And I have driven it quite a bit over the last number of months.
Does nobody sell/make the classic picnic basket anymore? Mr. J and I searched and search all day on Saturday, going to just about every place we could think of to find a picnic basket. Alas, we turned up empty handed. I will have to do some researching here in Edmonton and see what I find.
Luckily, Mr. J had a old picnic basket that we could use. It was kind of falling apart, but it suited us just fine for our picnic date at the Drive-in. Shrek III was not all that exciting. I would recommend renting it, if you must see it. However, Blades of Glory was definitely worth seeing a second time.
Sunday morning had us out for the wonderful Sunday brunch that the Saskatoon Inn puts on at the botanica restaurant, it was delicious.
We arrived on time to open up the Den, but Darren scooted us out for a bit so we headed over to the Broadway Roastery for some tea. We wasted the afternoon away with Mr. J educating some new kids on Magic, and me teaching Mr. J how to play Cribbage and tie a tie. I am always a little puzzled how some men get so far in life without learning how to tie a tie. I always thought that that would be something fathers taugth their sons.
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You wouldn't want to be seen with the man who learned how to tie a tie from my father. Sometime in the early 50s, someone told my grandmother that boys look very dapper when their ties stop somewhere just below the breastbone, about a hand's width from the bellybutton.
So that's how my grandfather was forced to tie ties.
And now my father, who has a bit of a belly-ledge, ties his ties so that they just stop right about halfway down his chest. And then, because of that ledge there, they stick straight out. I swear to God, it's like they're springloaded or something. "Don't let him take off his sport coat! You can put an eye out with his tie!"
Maybe Mr. J was just waiting for you to teach him. Thank your lucky stars you get to 'learn him proper' rather than with the patented Mr. Bee-sticky-outy-springloaded-tie-of-infinite-bad-taste.
The only reason I question the tie thing is because I learned from my dad. And my dad is fantastic at tying ties. As a little girl, I used to watch him every morning as he stood in front of the mirror and tied his tied. I pretty much picked it up just by watching him.
I am pretty sure Mr. j needed me to show him, considering I untied all his 'pre-tied' ties. Hee hee.
The only reason to learn such a skill would be if one had an application for it. I think most people don't wear suits enough these days that it's slipping through the cracks.
I can definitely tie a tie. With several different knots, even. But I used to be in a band that had lots of gigs requiring such attire.
I learned how to tie a tie from the amazing salesperson who sold me my first one. He "refused" to let me leave the store unless I could tie it myself. After four years at the bank I might just be able to do it in my sleep. I miss wearing ties.
As for a picnic basket, Ten Thousand Villages (on Ave C) used to (and perhaps still does) carry an amazing selection of all shapes and sizes of basket. It might not be a "picnic basket" per se, but something there would likely be functionally equivalent.
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