Saturday night we went to Beth’s house for a birthday dinner that her sister perfected. Stuffed mushrooms… divine. Homemade spinach fettuccine noodles... spectacular. Homemade chicken Alfredo with a side of shrimp to mix in… delectable. I’m not even saying all of this because she’s going to read this. Fact is, she doesn’t know how to read. No, no, just kidding. She doesn’t read the blog; I don’t even think she goes onto the Internet. Neither does Beth for that matter. Anyway, it was all so delish.
I’ve kind of been itching to see Oz: The Great and Powerful. So… we went. Studio Movie Grill was offering free admission with the donation of 2 canned goods. We brought 2 bags worth of stuff. We figured that would be worth the 3D admission. What’s so great about Studio Movie Grill? Well, it’s in the heart of Uptown Charlotte. It has a full bar. The seats are far apart from one another and has a table that swings out like a school desk chair arm. The seats were comfortable and roomy. I liked the movie! How about you?
On the way to see the movie, we got rear ended… and not in a good way. Jim’s rear bumper had very slight damage. A little cracking of the paint on the lower end of the bumper. We decided not to pursue. The guy apologized profusely and even offered us cash but we declined. My neck started bothering me a little later and then I was starting to regret our decision. By the next day I was fine.
We went to Moe’s before dinner. I had never eaten there previously. Jim has once. The burrito making guy had the personality of a gnat. I think their guacamole sucks and their chicken burrito was dry. I think the chicken was old. I prefer Salsarita’s.
Jim parked the car while I was getting the tickets. He parked at some lot run by Preferred Parking, a pretty popular company in Uptown. Parking was $5, Jim only had a $10. The guy didn’t have change but said he’d have it by the time he returned. When we returned there was no attendant. Jim called and talked to an answering service. Some guy called back and asked Jim to call back Monday. Jim told him to have them call him. Monday no return call thus far.
After all that excitement for the day, we went food shopping. First stop, BJs. We passed a Mercedes Benz SUV parked in a handicap spot (it had a placard) with a screaming infant. There was no one in the front seats. We took a closer look, like real closer, like when you have to cup your hands to see in because of the glare, and saw a 5 year old with an infant. The kid rolled down the window with one of them fancy switches, and I asked where his mom was. He replied, “in the store”. I asked what his mom’s name was to which he replied “Ebony”. I tracked down a BJ’s employee who radioed a manager and agreed to page this woman. In the meantime I called 911. The first of 2 cops arrived. He asked for my name, address, phone, DOB. He talked to the kid who turned out to be 6 and agreed that was too young to be left alone. I went inside but noticed a woman running toward the exit. I had to follow. It was the mother. Glad she could run with that handicap placard and all… Anyway, that was it. Just another thing to make my day fabulous.
On Tuesday, Jim was able to resolve the parking change issue. The lot had been rented out to a church or something so Preferred Parking said they weren’t responsible. They said they didn’t have their number. Jim persisted. If you rented to them, how could you not have a contact? He called the church who took a message and had someone call him back who apologized and it taking care of it.