Photos
New hats.
This little guy was hopping through the grass and was about the size of my fingernail.
Handsome boy.
I love the new customization options.
What a fox.
There’s lava in the sky.
I think I’m going to go on a movies about Hollywood/show business run. Here’s my list.
Poor Spike got his yearly shots today and feels awful as a result.
Tonight’s 1980’s movie is Lucas. 🍿
At the rate I’m watching paramotor videos, this is going to be me flying over St. Chuck County in a year.
I didn’t watch Teen Wolf yesterday on the anniversary of the theatrical release, so I thought I’d make up for that today.
The Restaurant
I don’t remember the first time I went to The Restaurant. That’s what we called the Bissell Mansion Restaurant and Dinner Theatre when I was growing up. If you’re unfamiliar with the establishment, it was a restaurant located inside what is considered the oldest, still-standing brick home in St. Louis. It was also owned by several members of my family as far back as I can remember.
The house was built in what is now North City in 1823 by Captain Lewis Bissell. My grandparents, along with my parents, aunts, uncles, and family friends turned it into a murder mystery participatory dinner theatre in the 1980’s. I spent so much time there, especially as a child. I remember running around the gigantic rooms with my cousins every Christmas. I remember those same cousins telling me the small door at the top of the steps (the door that led to the attic) is where the ghosts lived (the mansion was supposedly haunted). I remember playing hide and seek and sneaking down a secret second set of stairs that entered into the kitchen. It was the ultimate playground for a kid.
Sadly, as time went on and the city of St. Louis lost population, business suffered. My grandparents died. Family members sold their remaining shares to my aunt and uncle who kept the place running. Eventually they closed for the business lunch crowd and only operated as a dinner theatre. Then came COVID. Once COVID came, the place shut down complete. Now, it’s for sale.
Even though I haven’t been there in years, even before the pandemic, it’s a place I will forever miss. I will cherish the memories I have of it forever (except for that summer I worked there doing maintenance on an almost 200 year old building between 8th and 9th grade).
This package was supposed to be here 2 days ago. It’s been in the StL area for 4 now. I don’t think I’ll be getting this package and will have to keep waiting until they let me request a refund.
Some frogs in my mom’s flowers.
My ice cube trays came with a user manual in case you’ve never frozen water before.
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Found The Iowa Baseball Confederacy on the bottom shelf while I was on the ground stretching my back. Maybe I should read it again.
Dinner
