"Hey Dallas, Eat This!"
So, on Saturday night, we went to the "Taste of Dallas" festival in the downtown/WestEnd area.
For the life of me, I could NEVER remember the title...I kept calling it "Eat Dallas" or "Dallas, Eat This."
Damon just laughed at me....
But by the end of the night, it became
"Hey Dallas, Eat This!" - by Baby Gage.
So, needless to say, there were a ton of people down there.
Gage loved it.
We went to a restaurant that we thought was Joe's CrabShack.
We had a good time sitting on the patio, listening to live music...watching Baby Gage tear it up out there (he's a dancing machine).
And then our food came.
The good news: they didn't screw up my garden salad with ranch dressing.
The bad news: the fried catfish that Damon ordered was so horrible. Just thinking about it makes my stomach woooooozy.
I ordered the Mahi Mahi, which was fine. Not GREEEEEAT....but good. Damon's meal seriously brought our whole experience down. That's how bad it was.
But, like I said....Gage had a great time.
And in the following video...not only do I want you to notice Gage jamming to the band....but as the waitresses sail by....watch where his little gaze settles. Yes, my child is....I guess, an ass man.
Anywho.... our restaurant was across from the main entrance to the old West End Marketplace, and this what Gage would stare at when he wasn't checking out the ass end of the ladies:
He would say, "Oh, Monsssser".
Who taught him "monster"?? Or to be afraid of "monsters"?
And then they had this kiddie area with all kinds of inflatable slides & bounce-houses.
Of course, they're run by crooks.
Me: "No, I should be getting $18 in change, because I gave you a twenty, not a ten."
Me: "Yes, I'm sure."
Gage had a blast.
Kind of blurry...it was an action shot.
So...we were there until 8:30 or 9. Past that little boy's bedtime, that's for sure. But, he was soooooo good.
And, we were all sticky & hot as we were pulling out of the parking lot. We all thought, "hey, let's ride with the windows open."
Yeah....hindsight is 20/20....
As we tootled around, making our way lazily & happily through the downtown streets...back to the fierce interstate that brought us to the festival...we hear Gage say from his carseat: "Bottle." [he means sippy cup....]
"Bottle [pause] gone-gone."
"Uh-oh bottle. Gone-gone. Byyyyyyyyye."
What do YOU think happened? He chunked that shit out the window! We figure it was somewhere around Cadiz street.... I imagine Gage mentally yelling, "Hey Dallas, Eat This!"
And of course we were shocked & laughing, and then a little miffed because that was one of his favorite kind of little sippies. (although---really...they're super cheap Nuby brand at WalMart....I'll just have to go buy more.)