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<span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';"><span style="font-size:medium;">Last year, Mr C and I met RoseColoredGlasses and the Rocket Scientist in person for the first time and had a lovely dinner together in Williamsburg while we were in the area. This year, they kindly invited us to dinner at their home. Mr C is infatuated with Rose so quickly agreed. Good thing I’m not the jealous type.</span></span><br><br><span style="font-size:medium;"><span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';">First, we toured the Yorktown Battlefields and then drove over to Williamsburg where we met Rose after she finished work. She wanted to take us on a little walking tour of Colonial Williamsburg, which sounded great to us. She said, “Don’t buy a ticket – I know just what to do with you.” We followed naively along thinking how lucky we were to have such a knowledgeable tour guide and before we knew what was happening she had us locked in the stocks. A little playful bondage is one thing but this kind of southern hospitality really puts me on edge.</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';"><span style="font-size:medium;"><img alt="" src="http://i82.photobucket.com/albums/j255/hooverfam/IMG_3099.jpg" style="border:0px solid;"></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';"><span style="font-size:medium;">After buying our way out of the stocks, we decided we’d had enough of Colonial Williamsburg and thought it might be a bit safer to do some shopping at the Outlet Mall while Rose went home to do a culinary task like punching bread or something. Guess she’s heard of my reputation in the kitchen for cooking pot roasts in dish soap so I wasn’t invited to help with the meal.</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';"><span style="font-size:medium;">We finished our shopping and called her for directions to their home. Not trying to be paranoid or anything, but I swear she was trying to get us lost. “Go east on 199 and make a right hand turn – but it could be a left hand turn.” Aaargh!! We finally found our way to their home and went inside. They have a lovely home and we were both looking forward to a home-cooked meal. Rose began plying us with wine and MommaGlasses soon arrived with the salad and dessert.</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';"><span style="font-size:medium;">What a treat it was to meet MommaGlasses. She’s a classy woman who quickly won me over when she told me I looked like I was in my 30s. We chatted about many things and then the subject took a strange turn towards Rose and the Rocket Scientist’s shady past lives. You know how mothers love to talk about their children. Well, the Rocket Scientist started looking a little nervous and Rose tried to turn the conversation but it was too late. The dirt was out on the two of them but MrC and I swore to take the info to our graves.</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';"><span style="font-size:medium;">Dinner was finally ready and the bread actually turned out great despite all the punching and swearing from Rose. Their teenage son joined us too. After dinner, Rose thought we should do a little dancing so their DS set up the Playstation game in the living room. In Montana we generally dance with a partner but I guess they do things differently in Virginia where they dance with a television. I am a little out of touch.</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';"><span style="font-size:medium;"><img alt="" src="http://i82.photobucket.com/albums/j255/hooverfam/IMG_3103.jpg" style="border:0px solid;"></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';"><span style="font-size:medium;">I’m slightly tipsy on wine and trying to understand the directions on how this dance game works. You stand on this pad with 4 directional arrows and have to watch the TV screen while listening to Japanese songs I don’t recognize. As the arrows line up with other arrows you have to step on the corresponding arrow with your foot to score points. I gave it the old college try while Rose and DS snickered politely behind my back. Of course Rose and DS had been practicing the game and were quite good. The Rocket Scientist wanted no part of this humiliation and Mr C was also desperately trying to avoid having to take a turn. This game definitely makes you feel like you have two left feet; it’s like musical Twister. I hate to say it but all the money my mom spent on me for childhood tap and ballet lessons was a terrible waste.</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';"><span style="font-size:medium;">After dancing we dined on yummy coconut cake and then they kicked us out. After all, it was a work night! But we did get their DS to take a group photo before we left. Gosh, I look a little flushed and flat-haired from all that television dancing!</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';"><span style="font-size:medium;"><img alt="" src="http://i82.photobucket.com/albums/j255/hooverfam/IMG_3108.jpg" style="border:0px solid;"></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';"><span style="font-size:medium;">We really did have a wonderful time with the entire family and really appreciated their warm hospitality. The Rocket Scientist still needs to check Montana off his marathon to-do list and we’d be pleased to have them as our houseguests. We also tried to sell them on Deadwood in June for Rose’s birthday. Sincere thanks to them both for allowing us into their home on a weeknight and for the delightful evening.</span></span>
