Ciderday

Ciderday comes after Friday and before Sunday. We had Ciderday yesterday. 

But let me back up for a moment... On Friday during the evening, we decided to go to the movies. We saw the new X Men film. It's been in theaters so long that we were there with maybe 20 other people at the most. It caused me to realize kind of a funny thing- there is an actor in that movie who is portraying a younger version of a character later portrayed by Patrick Stewart. Earlier in the week, Cas and I watched Star Trak: Nemesis at the house, which features an actor playing a younger version of the Patrick Stewart character in that film. It's a little strange to think we've watched two different men attempt to look and act like a young Patrick Stewart this week. That's oddly specific. 

Anyhow, after Friday night's movie date, our next big thing was Ciderday. See? Told you I'd get to it. 

Cas and I wanted to tour the Bishop Cider company, and yesterday turned out to be the perfect opportunity. We got there about five minutes early, so we cruised around the neighborhood a little. When we did get there, we almost immediately left- at the urging of the bartender- to get some food. We got back in time to have a cider and eat half of the Taco Cabana treats before the tour began. It was a pretty straightforward tour, consisting of the owner explaining how he makes hard cider in a very warm room full of large vats and canning and bottling equipment. 

Of course, we took a taproom selfie. 

I don't know if we have a choice about selfies at this point. We also played a rather intense few games of Jenga. 

It was, as usual, a totally kick ass day. That's how we roll, though. After we took off from the cider place, Cas decided we needed to explore the Large Marge. That's the Dallas-issued nickname for the Margaret Hunt-Hill Bridge. It was designed by a Spanish guy named Calatrava, who has a bit of a speckled past in Europe. Maybe the current bridge and the one under construction in Dallas are his chance to redeem himself. 

We went across it twice- once, to enter the cruddy neighborhood it serves and once to get back to a major thoroughfare. I have no idea why we needed a fancy beidge to connect that cruddy neighborhood to the rest of the city. Maybe it's a long term planning thing. 

Anyhow, enjoy these photos: 

And happy Sunday. We leave Tuesday. Getting pretty close, here...