Pigs in Mud

A very quick entry because Steve is waiting for me to watch Entourage & eat chocolate cake (!) downstairs. We just went out to eat, but because of Steve's blog, we are having trouble finding places to go. Let's just say that I would rather have gone to Cheesecake Factory than the joint we ended up at, but what can you do - still nice to have a night out. We started out at Quail Ridge Books, which is a great place to peruse and get your indy book spirit on. Shockingly, they are open til 9pm on Sundays - most retails here are either closed on Sundays, or open only from 1-5pm.

Hog Day yesterday was much fun, although not as wild & quirky as we were led to expect. Nina danced to bluegrass music ("More myoo-kik!"), and ecstatically rode a carousel ("More up and down Nina!"). We ate very good barbecue and highly sinful freshly sliced cheese fries. The crowd was a mix of the Keen-wearing intellectual types from Chapel Hill, and the mullet sporting, gunrack toting folks from the more rural (and may I add dental-care deprived) surrounding areas, so it made for good people watching. We did get Hog Day t-shirts, no worries, and then we drove around for a while and got coffee at what is allegedly the best coffee house in the Triangle (and only has ONE location, definitely not a chain).

Anyway, I hear the natives getting restless downstairs, rustling our $5 Sunday NYT loudly, so I'd better go before he eats all the cake! More on our very fun Father's Day to come.