Bistro de Pinto ...

We piled into the the borrowed diesel pick-up truck for an evening out. The kids were being well taken care of by the "big boy and the big girl" ... as How called them and Ang, Jeff, Ben and I were ready for a GOOD TIME! Ang mentioned this place ... Ben was cautious about eating somewhere with the word "pinto" in the title ... but when you're sitting in a pick up truck with a seat belt missing for yours truly ... you figure, why not live on the wild side!
Let's just say, I knew there was going to be trouble when the hostess/waitress (it was a small place) asked if I had just had my toenails done. Would those be the same toenails that I painted purple with sparkles for Bunco last month. The same toenails that were chipping and needed to be hidden inside flats instead of exposing themselves to the world in with flip-flops. Yep ... I knew something was about to go horribly wrong.
We chatted. Ordered drinks. Ate bread. Went back and forth on dinner options. Made friends with the people at the neighboring table. Talked about the good 'ol days at NAU and laughed so hard our sides hurt. Well, Ang and I laughed. Ben and Jeff just looked confused. And then ... she left. The waitress. Up and left. Followed by the chef greeting us in his thick Panama accent. "The waitress and I had a disagreement and she thought it was best to leave me with a full house. We did not see eye to eye. So I ask your patience as I will be your chef and your waiter. My wife will be here shortly." I can't do the rest of the story justice. It was just so "movie-ish" ... the crowds quieted. There were murmurs at the tables about her whereabouts. I was tempted to follow her. Get the whole story. You can't just comment on my awful looking toenails and then up and leave like that. I felt cheated. Angie and I created all sorts of stories in our heads which did nothing more than prove to me that I needed to get out of the house more often ...
The evening got better when Jeff picked up his drink ... only to have the bottom fall off. Ben got a nice Colorado Ice Tea bath and Jeff proceeded to pick shards of glass out of his elbow.
Once the food arrived ... it was DELICIOUS! And devoured quickly! Then the wife and daughter came in. They scurried from table to table to meet everyone's request, including my own. I wanted details! Which were given to us over a nice cup of coffee and a to die for chocolate cake. It wasn't nearly as juicy of a story as I had hoped for ... but nonetheless ... memorable!
We piled back into the truck and headed home ... with me wishing that we lived MUCH CLOSER to Colorado!!
Our stay at this crew's house ended with ... what else ... CRAFTS! Yes, I'm wearing the same shirt as the night before. We had intended on going to church (Ang was leading worship) but our plans got interrupted when Eli decided vomiting would be a fun activity to add into the morning routine. Is anyone counting the vomiting experiences of the trip? Let me help you ... we're at FIVE!
Finally ... some hoops for J How (notice the air time!!)
And a little movie action (our way of entertaining four children under 3 so that we could get in a quiet dinner!)

Thanks for letting us stay at your place, Jeff and Angie ... we had the best time!
See you in COS next summer!