Play Date

Mr.Q had some play money from a couple of gigs, burning a hole in his pocket. He decided (no surprise) that he wanted to go up to his favourite record store and poke around. Since he's been so busy the last couple of weeks with rehearsals and shows, yesterday was supposed to be Quality Time. So he bribed me. "Anything else you need from the yarn store, while that sale's on?"

Ummm....I'm sure I could think of something....Christmas knitting! Yeah, that's it! (We could never, ever live in that neighbourhood - there are two yarn stores and two record shops within an 8-block stretch.)

Seems I was not the only one with a weak will. It's nice to know I'm in good company! I was reasonably restrained, walking out with stuff I could conceivably have somewhat-immediate plans for. You know, if I was all organized and disciplined and stuff. And for once, Mr.Q finished at the record store before I was done. An interesting turn of events!

After he fetched me from the yarn store, he offered to take me to lunch. There's a wee spot across the street from Three Bags that I've been curious about - a sort of Middle-Eastern/Indian restaurant - I've had their mango lassis and they're quite good, but hadn't eaten there yet. It was...so much fun! Low seats and benches along each wall, with low tables in front, lots of tapestries and carpets and candles and wood furniture. Like being in a yurt, but with plumbing:

They brought us tiny cups of incredible chai while we waited for our rotis. Love the pinky action!

I had paneer and peas, very Indian; Mr.Q had beef and lamb kababs, very Middle Eastern. He was calling it the "Peshawar to Kandahar experience" - and it was a combination that worked quite well! We'll definitely go back.

Waiting for the bus home, fall was definitely in the air. The light's shifted, the colours are suddenly changing, and the wind was tossing around the first few leaves on the ground:

We capped off the day by digging into the second season of Stargate SG-1. Great knitting time! I am on the last repeat of the Tuscany shawl...will have to start into a third skein of the Socks that Rock, but should have more than enough left over for a pair of socks or something.

Our vegetative viewing was interrupted at one point by a strange rustling noise on the table. It took us a minute to figure out what it was, but then we found this:

He stayed in there for a good part of the evening. I am heroically resisting the urge to make a joke about letting the cat out of the bag.

(But not quite heroically enough, apparently!)