weird dreams...
went to a upper end steak house ( Ruth Chris).. and someones grandma was there and she had to have her little butter knife and corn cob holders... the menu was engraved on a polished brass ball about the size of a big grapefruit ( it had 3 little legs which kept it from rolling around in the plate... lighting was dim and reflected of of the ceiling so reading the menu was futile... the waiter announced the house special so everyone ordered that since the menus were a challenge to read... being that it was a finer steak house, no corn on the cob was served and the grandma threw a hissy fit because she was denied the opportunity to use her corn cob holders and little butter knives ( yup she brought 2 of them)
everyone ate but the grandma ( since she didnt get her corn on the cob) and the wifey wanted to know the name of the sauce used on the steak... so I had to grab one of those menus and find proper lighting to find out its name.... then it started raining quite hard and..... for some reason I had arrived on my motorcycle... then I woke up... ummm became non asleep