Twelve Years
I know that you all missed me, and I am sorry that I have neglected my blogging duties for so long. I guess the latest and greatest is that Sara and I have hit 12 years married (as of Saturday). Since we don’t know much about the area, and we could only get childcare from 7 to midnight, we just went downtown. A lot of you are saying,” downtown?!?”. Normally I would agree, but…
It was absolutely the most insane dinner I have ever had. We ate at this place that people call Steak on A Rock. Not because that is the name, but because if you order steak, they bring it out on this big hot ass rock. It is raw and you have to use the rock to cook it.
That was cool, although I was worried about mad cow. The Belgians are not however. I watched a guy get his steak, flip it once and immediately start eating. Now, as we ate, we watched several people walk by in strange costumes. We assumed they were headed to a party (spiderman was at the bar in our restaurant). They weren’t. They headed for us. We finished dinner and were thinking about desert when all the lights in the square went out and then we heard this loud noise. It turned out to be rock music. We though we would go find it, but… it found us.
Crazy. This is my anniversary I thought. Then the drum corps marched in behind them. Then the crane started up…
So this opera style singer starts in and we don’t know from where. Then we see the crane start to raise a huge metal frame into the air. With people on it. And a trapeze artist hanging at the bottom. It then swung around the square for 15 minutes while the people sang, played string instruments and swung around like mad. Then they battled the rock monsters.
It was wild. Especially the weird dudes on the see-saw beating the giant drum.
I thought I was just taking the woman out for a night on the town, but nothing extravagant. I was wrong, and if I never go another place while I am here, the trip across the ocean was worth it for this.
That being said… I went to Bruges the next day.