Hey, it was Memorial Day Weekend!

We cruised on down to the in-laws for a long weekend in the Berkshires. It was nice. Driving w/ my kids sucks but what can you do... apparently we do not have teleporting technology yet. The great thing about a long drive is that my kids sleep for maybe an hour and then all hell breaks loose. We try to feed them, we sing until we run out of songs (5), and then my wife climbs in the back to wedge herself between car seats and try to entertain. When we got there the kids were great. They chased the cat around the house pointing and screaming. Screaming! We went to a fantastic dance party my sister in law put together. I saw a fat couple absolutely rocking the dance floor. One chick puked on the bar and promptly faded out. The bar tender swept in out of nowhere and scooped the girl up whisking her out the back door... never to be seen again. Seriously, that girl might be in the swamps of Jersey or Guantanamo Bay right now.  Did I mention that the bartender was a 30 some odd year old woman who did the amazing power lift. It was impressive. We rocked out to some songs I don't know and ghosted out. We also hung w/ my brother in law and his family including the beautiful newborn baby girl. They also have a son who is very intelligent and know what a hairy woodpecker is as opposed to a red breasted woodpecker. He is not even 3. He also had a haircut that looked like terraced fields in China. Apparently young boys get restless quickly. Who knew?! I mean my son gets distracted by a dog barking a mile away.

We were able to get out for a meal at the Prairie Whale. It was really quite nice. The oysters were very crisp and flavorful w/ a great mignonette. The radishes on toast w/ marrow butter were decadent and delicious, and the citrus salad was off the hook w/ perfectly delicate de-pithed grapefruit on lightly dressed greens. The main course might have been my least favorite, a nice but not special brisket. Good, but other stuff was very good. The owner/host Mark Firth was super nice and accommodating and even remembered us when we saw him at the farmer's market the next day. That is a true host my friends.

Our other eating experience was w/ the kids at the Pit Stop in Granville, NY. Hey, it was perfect. You eat outside, the food was as expected from a roadside stand, and it was cheap. The bacon on my BLT was crisp as was the side pickle (did not smell funny). It was what we needed at that moment. My son kept walking over to the neighboring picnic table, laughing and then walking away, and then walking over and getting closer, and then doing it all over again. Funny kid.

So all in all, it was a nice little weekend. Oh yeah, I laid down a shock and awe campaign at the house. When I got home there were 4 dead mice and 2 traps that the mice had escaped from. Gross, but effective.