So, much got accomplished today. Unfortunately, one of the things was of the "Oh. So, um, maybe not," kind of accomplishment.
We finally got our taxes taken care of (six month extension, don'cha know), and owe money, for the first time in quite some time, but we expected that, and set that money aside ahead of time. Dad came over to help us install our new tub.
'Cept, see, um, no.
See, what we
were thinking about and got the parts for, and what he
was thinking would be a two-day job or so -- not the same thing, not in the least. To install the things that we have downstairs in boxes would involve, oh, ripping out most of the bathroom, redoing parts of the ceiling . . . generally remodeling. A week at least. As well as some more expense in materials and all. Dad and I probably COULD do it ourselves -- but, no. So, Monday, we get to talk about returning these things and buying the things that we ACTUALLY need. Oops. I rather hope that we CAN return these things . . . we'll see.
Dad and I did get the brush and weeds and leaves and stuff from the yard to the public works yard where you can drop that stuff off, so that's good.
Then Lis and I went into Harvard Square to pick up a book that we had special-ordered. And went to Grendel's Den for dinner.
At Grendel's (which is an incredible bar and decent restaurant), Lis had a shot of a pumpkin liqueur, which she really loved (I found it too cloyingly sweet for my taste, drunk straight, but Lis likes that). So we took Rte 1 home instead of Rte 93, and stopped at the big Kappy's Liquors.
As it turned out, there was a tequila brand (Cazadores Tequila
) doing a promo there, with dancing girls and t-shirts and hats and stuff. The women in question are all from the province in Mexico where this particular tequila is made, and if you buy the tequila, you get a photo with them, and a copy of the calendar with their pictures. . .
Am I weird that, when encountering a tequila being demonstrated by a half-dozen sexy women, I'm more interested in the tequila? I did a couple tastings, and as it turns out, the tequila was really good, so I bought a bottle, and therefore ALSO got the photo and the calendar.
We also got the liqueur and a couple other things. Including a bottle of a sparkling wine that we had first had at the snack bar of the Yale Rep Theater.
You know how I've pointed out that, since Australia and New Zealand are now making world-class wines, screw-top bottles have lost their association with bad wine? This one doesn't have a screw-top. It's got a pry-off, like a beer bottle.
And, as I pointed out to Lis, it is, in fact, a sparkling muscatel.
That's actually why we bought it at the snack bar, that first time. "Actually, it's a sparkling muscatel -- one of the finest wines of Idaho. Would you like to sniff the bottle cap?"
Lis really liked it. So, when we saw it in the liquor store, we bought it.
And now we're debating going to a housewarming party for some friends who just discovered that the person who is renting the house to them does not in fact OWN said house and that the people who DO own the house want them to move out.
But they're still holding the party. On the pro side, we like the people and it will be fun. On the con side, Lis is too tired to move. I think that the "not moving" side is going to win, unfortunately.