Pix, if the F2F is in Pasadena, and I end up going, I would definitely want to do afternoon tea at Rosetree Cottage as they are good friends of mine.

Yes, of course! You know that they changed location from where they were a few years ago, right? I’ve been there for tea on your recommendation and love it.

Pix, yes. I'd love to see their new location and Mary and Edmund for that matter. It's been ages!

Pasadena is beautiful, and I would love to go there again.

Or - in true Buffista style - we could sit around eating, drinking, and snarking about people being Wrong On The Internet.

While wearing BOOTS. And maybe tiaras.

Me! Okay, probably the SO.

<off-topic>So our intern was hot for this girl, and her dad played drums at the (serious dive) cowboy bar. So after (Saturday night) church one week, we all trooped along with him to "bump into" the girl, while purportedly going to support the dad. So we walk into this bar, four of us. One burly guy with shaved head, one long-haired hippie looking guy, a Japanese woman wearing all black and a spiked belt, and the SO. With his green mohawk.

You know how in movies someone walks into a bar and the soundtrack comes to a screeching halt and everyone turns around to look at them? Yeah, it was like that. And then the drummer calls us out by name to say hello (probably trying to keep us from getting our tails kicked just as greetings) so everyone else who didn't notice our conspicuous entrance now has.

We order a round of drinks; I pay for the other boys (20 somethings, plus the SO in his 40s) so I'm standing on the opposite side away from the SO as I wrangle change from the waitress. Whereupon a long table of already well nigh unto inebriated middle aged ladies (birthday party, maybe) has set their sights on the SO.

So this woman comes up to him and asks him if he wants to dance. "No thanks, I'm good." he says. Not, sorry, that's my wife right there. But, I'm good, as if to say, yeah, I've had enough dancing, thanks anyway. (You will note at this point, that I do not rescue him, but hey, he could have rescued himself first.)

She retreats to her table in shame. The SO starts to make, hey, let's go, noises. But we're having none of it. Whereupon! The NEXT woman, drunker, comes up to him, and decides that if verbal requests were unsuccessful, she'll just go for the physical. She just starts edging up to him, doing a little shoulder shimmy in his direction. He says at this point, in his head he's thinking, either I'm going to get beat up for dancing with somebody's woman or for rejecting her! And indeed, there is a certain amount of restless shifting on bar stools starting about this time. He flees for the door, with or without us. But they won't let him out, because he's still sporting a full glass of lemonade. "It's not alcohol!" "I don't know that!"

We, his trusty companions, cannot stop laughing. Of course it's the married forty-year-old picking up chicks at the cowboy bar and not the two single twenty-somethings. We finish up and shuffle out because, after all that, the girl never shows up.

So okay, nobody was probably going to get shot. But we weren't too many steps away from a general brawl from the subvocalizations and body language.</off-topic>

So you should come to our town! Or probably not.

Oh, dive bars. I do love them.

They're so great! This one was called "The Lion's Den"

While wearing BOOTS. And maybe tiaras.

Oooo. Red boots like Ariel in the original Footloose? I haven't seen anything other than previews of the new movie. I'd like to think Ariel would have worn a tiara.

A Buffista tea house visit would also be grand.

As would another visit to a bowling alley.