So on Friday we got the apartment squeaky clean, turned on some lovely music, and waited for the Gooches (as we could finally call them!) to arrive.
(Aw, these pictures are making me all nostalgic for the apartment. . . dear little place, how we loved you.)
Molly and Daniel had a few odds and ends of food left over, so Daniel offered to cook supper for us.
Our delicious meal-- spiced couscous, prosciutto-wrapped chicken, sauteed mushrooms, salad, and baked apricots (my idea). We ate supper, and then somehow all managed to get ready on time in our one little bathroom (very cozy) and drove to Fair Park for Fiddler on the Roof. Dan drove the wrong way on a one-way street, but then he managed to find free parking, so he was a hero once more.
Fiddler on the Roof was wonderful! The cast had a lot of energy, and the choreography somehow managed to look free-spirited and folk-ish without being chaotic. And Topol is every bit as cool in person as you think he's going to be. Dan's been trying to figure out the wiggly dance thing he does ever since, with little success. The only not-completely-wonderful thing about the evening is that, wouldn't you know, we just so happened to have seats right next to those of a homeschool family we know who once suggested an arranged marriage between me and one of their sons. Awwkwarrrd.
The next morning, after a leisurely breakfast of berries, yogurt sauce, toast, sausage, and tea (I tried to make Claire's inimitable oven pancakes, but they didn't rise. . . Claire, I need a tutorial!), we visited and looked at wedding pictures on facebook until 'twas time to leave for DFW
At the airport. . . not really sure why Dan is standing like that. . .
Well, it's obvious to me that Dan is standing like he is because Molly is standing like she is!
ReplyDeleteQuite a pair, there.