Yesterday was the 1st day of 2012. Can you believe it? Anyway, the Goatmother and Goatfather decided to start the new year out right. Enter what you see below ...
You may remember (or maybe you don't) that the Goatmother, Goatfather, and that sickly Little green UnDead visited their favorite restaurant in Port Townsend last Halloween - all dressed up. Well, the Goatmother was dressed up. The Goatfather was *sort* of dressed up. In case you have slept since then, you can refresh your memory here. Anyway, as you can see above, On New Year's day, Sweet Laurette's hosted their annual Pajama Brunch. Come in your jammies and don't forget your slippers. So, naturally, the Goatmother and Goatfather thought this would be the perfect way to start off a new year. Make a complete fool of yourself and be sure to have lots of witnesses. You really have to wonder about some folks.
So, New Year's day dawned not so bright, and the Goatmother trotted out to the barn earlier than normal. We knew something was up right away when she said, "Guess what?", because if you know the Goatmother, you know that she is rarely in any shape to mutter anything at that time of the morning, let alone ask a question. We all came to immediate attention because an alert Goatmother at daybreak has to be some kind of omen. "I'm going to breakfast in my pajamas!!", she announced. Hokaaay ... So shortly after returning to the house, this is how she looked:
As you can see, even the Mighty Quinn looks a bit embarrassed. I mean just look at those ladybug slippers. (Excuse me while I interject a question here to my friends Mimi and Darla ... Do you recognize the material in that nightgown?) At any rate, you can tell just how contrived this all was because I'm here to tell you the Goatmother's hair NEVER looks like that when she gets up.
Anyway, not to be outdone, the Goatfather actually entered into the spirit of things. Maybe it was just a wee bit to the extreme, but I'll let you be the judge. Here is a shot of him getting into the truck in uptown Port Townsend:
Legs. Who knew he had any?
Now here is the really unfortunate part of this whole affair. As the Goatmother and Goatfather walked into the restaurant and were waiting to be seated, these lovely ladies (also in their pajamas) ...
... caught sight of the Goatfather and broke into applause. Must've been the legs, but there will certainly be no living with him now. I suppose it does need to be said that he was the only male present with enough nerve to come in his PJ's.
Soon the Goatmother and Goatfather were seated, and owner and Chef extraordinaire, Laurette, (seen in the pajamas with the bright green top, below), set about walking through the tables handing out freshly made Beignets. (Why, oh why, do I not wear pajamas?)
After a wonderful brunch, the Goatmother and Goatfather walked out and down the street, only to turn and find another adventurous PJ-clad soul hollering, "Wait! I want to take your picture!" Since turn about is fair play :
Hay! She had little New Year's champagne glasses all over her PJ top!
I've said it before, and I'll say it again. You just gotta' love Port Townsend.
I hope your new year is off to an adventurous start. But I gotta' tell you, if this is the beginning, what in the world is the rest of the year going to be like? Oy.