Garden Glow

Thursday night, we, the entire RegenAxe clan, braved the cold and went to see the Garden Glow. The Garden Glow is the Missouri Botanical Garden’s Christmas lights display. This is a new event for the garden, which is normally content to celebrate the holiday season with a room full of model trains and poinsettias. This event has been going on for a while and actually ends this weekend. That and the cold made for a rather uncrowded tour last night. The photos shown here are selected from the exterior lights. Later I’ll do another post on the interior of Henry Shaw’s house. Shaw is the garden’s founder. His house was decorated for the season by various garden groups.

After the Glow, we decamped to Mangia, an Italian restaurant on South Grand. During most of dinner the boys held a running dialog about Warhammer and Warhammer 40K, two miniatures based war games that they like to play. This left Anne and I still out in the cold, relegated to making snarky comments about the relative merits of ultra-marines versus aquamarine and don’t get me started on cerulean blue. Eventually, we were able to wean them off topic and Dan started telling us about his work at Otis.

He told us about the job application process, which culminated in a panel interview that included the department head. Dan is in fashion now, although he seems to have fallen into this field much in the same way as the character Andy from “The Devil Wears Prada” did. This department head is no shark like the Miranda Priestly character, but she does seem to swim in the same waters as the likes of Anna Wintour, her Otis job interview panel included Edith Head. LA is about nothing if not about name dropping and here am I doing it too.

Dan’s best story is one he heard from one of his other co-workers, a former retired Marine. Visualize Chesty Puller to drop another name. The Marine was racing to get to work on time, when he notices next to him at the stoplight his boss, the department head. Not wanting to get to work after her, when the light turns green, he races ahead only to get plowed into by a DWI. His last memory before waking up in the hospital is of his boss bodily hauling his ass out of the car, getting his blood all over her Prada suit.

We Don’t Need No Stinkin’Cable

MSU Spartans Magnet

MSU Spartans Magnet

Anne, Dave and I went to Mike Duffy’s at Richmond Center, our local sports bar, to watch the Rose Bowl. We must be the only family in our demographic that doesn’t have cable TV. Anyway, we had a nice dinner and watched the game. As a plus they had $3 Bloody Marys and these had regulation Red Cross sized pints.

I don’t know why we were in such a rush to get there, because we could have missed the whole first half and not missed anything. Anne and I shortened our New Years Day bike ride in order to make kickoff. Stanford had the ball first and made quick work of Michigan State’s vaunted defense. By text, my brother Frank poked me about that drive. He did his post-doc at Stanford. State was still trailing 17-14 at the half. The only good thing about the first half was our food. We arrived before the dinner rush and were still seated after it had faded. The New Years Day tide was not so high that most of the eight adjacent tables were never seated.

If you find the 60 second halftime marching band spots frustrating for their brevity, then you should try them in a sports bar, where all of the TV sets have their sound turned down and as soundtrack, some oldies radio station was doing a countdown. Other than during the bandstands, Anne appreciated the soundtrack though. It was full of music from our college days, Carly Simon, Bachman-Turner Overdrive and Joe Croce to name a few. In the third quarter State tied it up.

In the fourth quarter things started to get interesting, a young Spartan couple (’11) sat down at the bar and Michigan State took the lead. It is always better to find your team leading in the fourth quarter than in any of the previous three. Three young studs had broken our circle of eight empty tables in the third quarter. We were mostly able to ignore their banal banter, except when it came time for them to settle their bill. One of them had the bar’s buyers club card that was pitched as a ‘VIP card’. He went on and on about his VIP status with the waitress and reminded me of the A-hole in the Harvard bar scene of “Good Will Hunting” that the Matt Daemon character makes quick work of.

After the Stanford field goal and in the waning minutes of the game Anne decides to go to the bathroom. I called out to her that she’ll miss the big play, but instantly regret it, because Stanford has the ball. After two dueling timeouts she returns in time to see Stanford fail to convert on fourth down. All she had to say was, “I have VIP status.” Afterwards, Michigan State ran out the clock and won the 100th Rose Bowl, 24-20.

On our way out of the bar, Dave told us a story from his year in DC. A couple of Notre Dame friends showed up and they all went out to watch the football game in a sports bar. Notre Dame was playing Michigan State. Dave, who rooted for State was rewarded as MSU drummed the Irish. His friends got so disgusted with the game that they all moved to a non-sports bar. Unfortunately, the bar that Dave’s friends picked was where the local MSU alumni were watching the same game. It was decked out in green and white.

1st Night STL – 2014

Anne and I had Joanie over for a New Year’s Eve supper. Anne made a really good kale salad topped with parmesan chips. We also had smoked salmon and oysters and various snackerals. After dinner Anne and I went to first night at Grand Center. We missed it last year and got there late this time. We only saw the following two acts, instead of the half-dozen we normally see. You see I had gone bicycling in the afternoon and got too tired and wanted to go home at 10:30. Every party has a pooper that’s why I invited me, party pooper. Here is a synopsis of the two acts that we did catch.

  • Kim Massie is one of the most recognizable vocalists in the Midwest. Her ability to sing not only blues and gospel, but rock, pop, country and R&B have earned her two Best Female Vocalist of the Year and a starring role in a Black Repertory Theater production of “Ain’t Nothin’ But the Blues”.
  • Dizzy Atmosphere performed some light-hearted arrangements of holiday fare that featured traditions of Hanukkah, Christmas and Kwanza musical expressions, all delivered with a touch of insouciance.

We watched the ball drop in Time Square and struggled to stay up long enough to see it drop again. Then we trundled off to bed. Happy Hew Year everybody!