Saturday, March 31, 2018

An Adult Easter Egg Hunt

When I heard there was going to be an Easter egg hunt for adults in Tower Grove Park I was immediately on board. I went to one or two public Easter egg hunts in public parks as a child and got clobbered by giant man-children who were probably competing out of their age group and/or on performance enhancing drugs. Now though I am a full grown wolfman with a hunger. A hunger that can only be satisfied by snatching plastic eggs away from the weak. Let the games begin!

The event was a Planned Parenthood fundraiser so I felt like that was moral cover to destroy my opponents.

We scoped out the prize table while we waited for game time. Some of the eggs contained pieces of paper that could be redeemed for prizes. I like prizes.

When they blew the starting whistle I turned on the jets and started vacuuming up the treasure-filled containers. We were in a group of 5 or 6 and when I was finished berserking I didn't know where a single one of them was. There was one in the middle of a creek and I figured that such an annoyingly placed egg might have a good prize so I used a stick to fish it out.

We knew the number of eggs and the number of contestants and each person should have found 10 on average. I found 30. I had to sit down for like 30 minutes to catch my breath but it was worth it.

We didn't win any of the big prizes like Cardinals tickets but we got a few amusing little things. The best prize of all is knowing I helped send a couple of suckers home with only the taste of grass to chew on.

To the victor go the cupcake flavored unicorn cereals!

Friday, March 30, 2018

Sunken Cities at the Art Museum

The latest Saint Louis Art Museum traveling exhibit was entitled Sunken Cities: Egypt's Lost Worlds. A city on Egypt's coast was claimed by the ocean and sort of lost to history until some intrepid SCUBA divers went and dug it all up. We took a group of friends and checked it all out.

Saturday, March 24, 2018

Marched For Our Lives

One of the unexpected benefits of living downtown is that we can walk to protest marches. It's a convenient time to be in a country in a tailspin.

Saturday, March 17, 2018

Flying Mint Class from Grenada to New York

Well it was time to leave sunny Grenada and return to reality. Sad. We did have a fancy plane ride home to look forward too though!

I half suspected the "our rum is so strong you can't bring it on a plane!" line from yesterday was just marketing but sure enough there were warnings about it at the airport.

Traffic was light so we got to the airport with lots of time to spare. We popped over to a nearby hotel for one last little Caribbean experience.

Unfortunately a hoard of cruise passengers rode their identical bikes to the same hotel. 

I think we were just planing on having drinks when I spotted callaloo cannelloni on the menu. It was really good. Callaloo sounds exotic but I think it's sort like spinach.

It was sunny.

We've been on a few free JetBlue flights at this point but never in Mint class! It's pretty much JetBlue's business class, which I think was pretty solid for a domestic airline.

Lydia had fun digging around in her complimentary amenity kit.

We started off with a couple of minty welcome cocktails and a nice little signed note. 

There was a little opening snack of pita chips and callaloo hummus.

So many mint puns.

I tried to concentrate on the menu while the hoi polloi passed by searching for their dirty benches back in steerage.

The menu was a "pick 3 of these 5 choices" situation which was fine because between the two of us we could try everything!

The headphones were pretty swanky.

I watched Blade Runner 2049, which was a great 3-hour long time killer.

I was amused by the tiny turbulence-proof salt and pepper shakers. 

Aruban flan for dessert. It was nice and bready rather than jelloey. Reminded me of bread pudding.

I tried some fun stuff but I also did plenty of rooting for the home team.

I had some milk and cookies before my nap.

It was a real nice flight, and a real nice end to a solid trip. I think we must have gone to all of the worst Caribbean countries early on because the last few have been baller. I have nightmares about the ant infested place we stayed at in Antigua and Barbuda.

We stayed the night again in Queens before heading back to the airport in the morning to continue on to St. Louis. We ordered a horrid, horrid pizza. My idea of New York as a pizza Mecca was really shaken. Maybe so many people live there that even bad pizza can survive?

We brought plenty of rum and chocolate home for family and friends. I'm such a giver. I don't know if my mom knew what to think of the nutmeg syrup.