
Earlier I regaled you with the tale of our weekend getaway to St. Louis to see Celtic Woman. At the time I hinted of a story to come surrounding our pre-show meal and with no further ado: The Tale of a Donkey and Fine-Dining (or, An Ass goes out to Eat).
Not knowing the city of St. Louis, Mary and I opted to eat at one of only 2 restaurants in the immediate vicinity of Fox Theatre. We chose Gary’s. Gary’s appeared to be a slightly upscale jazz club designed to maximize every bit of its small space. Consequently tables were very close together. Close enough that, in reality, you were seated with other people rather than next to them. We had the good fortune of being seated at the table with the Donkey of our tale and his date. This couple appeared to be in their 50’s, well-dressed, and wealthy. The date in question was an attractive lady who did not appear to be the sort of woman who needed to settle with just any old donkey. There was nothing particularly eye catching about this donkey.
Throughout our 45 minutes of fine dining we were witness to the most obvious case of verbal abuse that I have ever seen. And I work in the mental health profession! Despite our practically sitting in these people’s laps he berated and abused her through the entire meal. He berated her about the way that her children treated her, he went on a tirade concerning how he would walk out of a fancy restaurant were the owners to allow someone in that didn’t meet up to his dress code standards for said restaurant….at one point, trying to change the subject, she asked him if he had a tie tack. His braying response was “A tie tack? You tell me what you think a tie tack is!”, insinuating that he and he alone knew the proper definition of a tie tack.
I’m in no way doing this story justice, because he was terrible. I have never been witness in person to a man treating a woman so poorly for such a long period of time in my life. Throughout the meal she pleaded with him to change the subject from whatever it was he was railing about at the time and when he would finally acquiesce he would then put her down in relation to the new subject of conversation. She also spent a great deal of time complementing him in an effort to appease him. It almost put me off my feed. I haven’t wanted to punch someone in the face so much in a long, long time. Like the soldier caught by the bumbling constable in the Branaugh version of Much Ado About Nothing I wanted to get up and scream “YOU ARE AN ASS!!!!”
The only lesson of this tale can be, ladies, DO NOT ever, ever settle for a donkey for a companion. They may be a wealthy donkey and may get dressed up in fine clothes but at the end of the day they are nothing but an ass.
On a lighter note, when returning from St. Louis we stopped in Columbia to pick up Tori and visit with our niece and nephew, Haley and Elijah. Columbia is home to what looked like a very cool public library. Being book fanatics Mary and I were dying to get inside so we took the kids to the library to exchange their books. The Daniel Boone Regional Library is amazing.

This library is conducive to spending time and experiencing books. It is 3 floors with the entire first floor devoted to media and to the children’s section.

The children’s area was decorated and arranged to draw children in and to accentuate the joy that is reading. Wonderful, funky, comfy chairs were everywhere and they had great, creative arrangements of the new books that were available. They also had very modern self-checkout machines in which the kids scanned their books and swiped their library cards ala’ the self service lanes at Wal-Mart.
Freebies were available throughout the floor and I was quick to pick up these bookmarks.

The upper floors were devoted to all the other things you would expect at a library including warm, inviting and stylishly decorated study areas.

More pictures of the library can be found here.
Despite my niece and nephew’s report that it “wasn’t that big inside” we were all suitably impressed and I for one am quite jealous and ready to move to Columbia.
It was a wonderful end to our mini-vacation, spending time with the kids and encouraging the joy of reading…plus there were no signs of donkeys anywhere.











