The plans were that I would meet two of my friends (who, as they read this, are quaking in fear that I am going to add their pictures to this post) this afternoon and we would go out for an early dinner at Eddie Montgomery's new restaurant. Despite our best intentions, we tend to get together for meals only about twice a year. It's a special treat (for me at least!).
I didn't know what time I would be getting home (these women are wild women. Both of them have attended concerts with me. Nine Inch Nails and Puddle of Mudd. Are you bored with the parentheses yet?) and I wanted to make sure the horses were fed before dark (and before I was all gussied up).
It was raining when I took the hay out. Sure as the sun rises in the east, I fell in the mud. Oh yeah. Not just a bit either, all down one side. Hooray.
After another shower, I went and picked up the NIN wild woman. We stopped for some minimal shopping and then headed into Harrodsburg (why have I gone so long with no paranthetical statements? Oh, wait...) to meet the Puddle of Mudd lady at the restaurant.
It was a BIG place. Big enough that, when they were building it, I thought it was going to be one of those monster size churches.
Definitely not a church. A restaurant/bar/concert venue. High ceilings with a fairly open floor plan. Unfinished wood throughout. A large stage for the bands that perform every weekend. One hundred forty employees. Impressive for a large town let alone in tiny Harrodsburg.
Knowing that it was also a bar, I was expecting bar food. Uh, no. I had beef tenderloin with a buttery garlic sauce and bernaise. My companions also had different variations of dead cow. We finished dinner by splitting a creme brulee. Scrumptious. Definitely NOT bar food. But, oh my gosh, definitely worth getting gussied up for!
And, being the wild women we are, our night out was finished by 8 pm.