My Sister-in-Law Shari asked in the comments of my earlier blog post about a romantic weekend with my wife how it went. Well: we didn’t go to tea. We almost went to tea but arrived in the parking lot of the ‘tea house’ and chickened out. You see, the tea house my wife picked out was about 15 minutes north of Denver. And so, we drove and drove and drove, arriving in the very downtrodden part of Denver known as ‘Lakewood.’ I mention that it was downtrodden only to say that I was glad that the locks on my doors worked, and I was glad that I could lock the car at a moments notice. Not all of Lakewood is that downtrodden, but the part we drove through was. Also, Mississippie, the name of the road we took, stops for about a block and you have to drive around the block that it stops at. Upon trying to re-access Mississippi, the sign looks like the road disappears from one direction, however, upon turning around the sign has a different name for the street!

So we arrived at the ‘House of Windsor’ and chickened out. Mostly because it was in a shopping strip mall and my wife just couldn’t get over the fact that the romantic English tea she wanted was going to be next to a Casino dealers school. So, because if you’re going to have crappy food, you might as well not pay as much for it, we went to Starbucks and had Frappo…. frap… frozen drink thingies. And then drove down to the other end of Denver, 15 minutes South and had lunch at PF Changs. We had tea with lunch.