King Tut, Andre’s, and Grown-Up Time

Twice in one month I have eaten at Andre’s in Denver.  What a treat for me!  The occasion for this last opportunity was the King Tut exhibit at the Denver Art Museum.

After hearing the exhibit was going to be in Denver, I determined to go.  In my life, many of these kinds of opportunities have presented themselves nearby to where I lived, and I have let circumstances persuade me from taking advantage.

Not so much now.  I try to seize the day when I can, and see what I can see, sometimes to The Guy’s chagrin.  BodyWorld, Titanic, if they come to town, I am likely to follow the hordes.  As a matter of fact, we saw those, too….the Mongol Hordes…  Anyway, the Guy was going to let me go with Youngest, until SonInLaw said he wouldn’t mind seeing the gold.  Not to be outdone, The Guy chose to come along.

And therefore the menfolk endured Andre’s with us wimmin.  Because.  If we are Denvering during the day, we are goin’ to Andre’s.  Just how it is with us.  I say endured because one is served ‘European portions’ there.  Suffice it to say after the museum, we stopped for a snack on the way home.  But still.  Youngest and I surely did enjoy ourselves there, and established that the last time we ate together at Andre’s was with ‘everyone’ back in KC.

Tut was interesting, and the crowds not overwhelming.  None of us had been to the Denver Art Museum before and it might be worth a trip back.  So good.

An afternoon with offspring and spouse?  Absolutely delightful.  I am fortunate indeed to have the relationships I have with my kids (all five!) and their various and sundry significant others.