Chimney Farm

We finished our meals at the Iron Pony and went downstairs to the bar area. Our waitress said it was a "whole lot of fun." We disagree. We were a bit sketched out when we had to pass two black-face costumed farmers, but continued down the stairs. While finishing our last dinner cocktail in the bar basement, someone started a chain saw on the dance floor. Seriously. I looked at Tish, she looked at Vera, we set our unfinished drinks on a table and bolted. We had seen enough.

Now ... the pic. We purchased these fantastic boots and union jack suits at TSC earlier today. You should have seen the look on Lisa & Keith's faces when they came down the lane and found us in these outfits on the front porch. Chimney Farm.

Having a good time. Watching Silence of the Lambs. Perhaps not the best choice when sleeping in a 100+ year old farmhouse.

We plan to get up early and go help Dad milk the cows.