Mad Dogs and Englishmen Go Out in the Midnight Moon
All week I have been worrying about our latest British guests would cope with the cold. I needn't have. Yesterday afternoon we collected our son, the self-proclaimed Orphan No. 1 and his friends Dumb Bell Door, Earl Grey and Lord Lee of Edgware.
We started our evening out at Tessa's in downtown Naperville.
"I know we have to wrap up warm," said Dumble. (There's a boy who listens to his mother). "I've got plenty of layers."
Two undershirts, a thick shirt, a thin jacket, a fleece, a thick jacket, a woolly scarf, a warm hat and gloves later, he was ready.
We all piled off to the restaurant.
(For the record you don't have to be a soccer mom to drive a minivan. It's great for six adults and luggage too).
We hadn't even sat down before Dumb Bell Door started to melt.
He started pulling off his clothes quicker than a 52-year-old-woman in a disco.
"Thought you said it would be cold," he scolded me. (Never stop moaning, these Brits).
"Well you are inside," I pointed out. "The colder the outside temperature, the hotter they seem to make it inside."
He took off his gloves, warm hat, woolly scarf, thick jacket, fleece, thin jacket, thick shirt and one undershirt and sat down.
After dinner we moved on to the Comedy Shrine, a five minute walk across town through the snow.
This time Dumb Bell was fine, actually enjoying the cool air after the heat of the restaurant. He snuggled under the two undershirts, thick shirt, thin jacket, fleece, thick jacket, woolly scarf, warm hat and gloves.
The show started at 10 p.m. which was good. I thought everyone in Naperville was in bed by 9 p.m. Guess the rest of the audience had been bussed in from neighbouring towns.
Course the problem was the boys had just endured an eight and half hour flight from London. They were ticking towards the "up for 24 hours" mark.
Dumb Bell peeled off his gloves, warm scarf, woolly jacket, thick jacket, two undershirts and jeans. He kept his warm hat on "just in case".
We plied them all with Red Bull to stop them falling asleep, but luckily the show was funny enough to keep them awake.
By the time we got back to the house, they'd had so much Red Bull they couldn't fall asleep if they wanted to, so spent the rest of the night playing pool in the basement.
We started our evening out at Tessa's in downtown Naperville.
"I know we have to wrap up warm," said Dumble. (There's a boy who listens to his mother). "I've got plenty of layers."
Two undershirts, a thick shirt, a thin jacket, a fleece, a thick jacket, a woolly scarf, a warm hat and gloves later, he was ready.
We all piled off to the restaurant.
(For the record you don't have to be a soccer mom to drive a minivan. It's great for six adults and luggage too).
We hadn't even sat down before Dumb Bell Door started to melt.
He started pulling off his clothes quicker than a 52-year-old-woman in a disco.
"Thought you said it would be cold," he scolded me. (Never stop moaning, these Brits).
"Well you are inside," I pointed out. "The colder the outside temperature, the hotter they seem to make it inside."
He took off his gloves, warm hat, woolly scarf, thick jacket, fleece, thin jacket, thick shirt and one undershirt and sat down.
After dinner we moved on to the Comedy Shrine, a five minute walk across town through the snow.
This time Dumb Bell was fine, actually enjoying the cool air after the heat of the restaurant. He snuggled under the two undershirts, thick shirt, thin jacket, fleece, thick jacket, woolly scarf, warm hat and gloves.
The show started at 10 p.m. which was good. I thought everyone in Naperville was in bed by 9 p.m. Guess the rest of the audience had been bussed in from neighbouring towns.
Course the problem was the boys had just endured an eight and half hour flight from London. They were ticking towards the "up for 24 hours" mark.
Dumb Bell peeled off his gloves, warm scarf, woolly jacket, thick jacket, two undershirts and jeans. He kept his warm hat on "just in case".
We plied them all with Red Bull to stop them falling asleep, but luckily the show was funny enough to keep them awake.
By the time we got back to the house, they'd had so much Red Bull they couldn't fall asleep if they wanted to, so spent the rest of the night playing pool in the basement.
posted by Hilary at
8:09 AM
1 Comments:
caufecThen, when those whiny Brits visit you in the Summer, they'll have to take all those layers with them to wear inside the restaurants because it will be freezing inside and 90 deg outside. Iknow you'll all have a wonderful visit - stay warm!
Steph
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