After a few minutes we looked down the road and decided to try and go to another school yard a couple blocks away which looked to be empty (and was fenced in completely). The other ladies I was with walked to their cars and said they would meet me there. I begin walking back to my car (on the other side of the school we were currently at) and the realization hit me. Somehow I knew it was a bad idea to park on that side again because last time I came they locked the gate right behind me as I was leaving. This time, it was already locked since we had stayed a bit later than last time. After a few minutes of desperately searching all over the school for a custodian or someone to let me out to my car, I decided to just walk to the other school yard we were meeting them at.
For someone who used to walk an hour and a half to class at Cornell, this little two block stretch was nothing for me. It was actually quite a nice little stroll. Since it had been several minutes since I told the ladies I would meet them there they were driving around looking for us and found us walking. Once we got to the other yard it was lovely and had a nice gate and we let the girls off leash to run around.
A while later one of the women I was with said she was meeting someone at the bar, so she was going to leave and she would meet us there whenever we were done playing. So she left and we stayed playing for a while longer. As we were just chatting away we see two men looking straight at us from across the school yard.
One of them comes up and starts telling us the following:
-dogs are not allowed in this area (even leashed) because they poop and poop is dangerous to the children who go to this school and play in this yard regardless of whether you pick it up or not
-he has been advised that if he finds dogs in this yard he is supposed to call the McAllen Police
-but he likes us and doesn't want us to be upset with him so he won't call the Police
-but he has to leave so when we're done playing if we could just lock the gate behind us so no other people (with dogs) can get in that would be great
-so really we're not supposed to be there and don't come back, but for now, stay as long as we want.
It was kind of odd, but we appreciated him not calling the Police on us. Shortly after he left we leashed up and got out of there. My friend drove me to my car and we then drove another couple of blocks over to the Bar.
The bar (Roosevelt's at 7) was really awesome. The outdoor area was super nice and all of the servers were extremely accommodating to us and the dogs. They have a giant water bowl for the dogs and they loved petting them and talking to them. Not to mention the bar-goers also really enjoyed the dogs too. I had a Pear Woodchuck (well, two) and OMG it was amazing. They have like 40 different kinds of beers/ales and it is a really classy place. I didn't get to go inside, but from what I saw it looked just as nice inside.
The conversation was equally great. These people I hung out with are all around my parents age or older and they've got these fantastically interesting lives. We had a few drinks and slowly the bar really began to get busy. When we first got there (~7:30PM) we were the only people in the patio. By around 8:30 or so it was nearly completely full. Like I said, most people came up to pet the dogs or made a comment about them and they were having a great time.
We decided to order some food and I must say, it too was incredibly good. But before my food arrived however, Audrey, who was attached by her leash on a carabiner to my chair, decided that the other ladies I was with should be sharing their food with her from across the table. So she proceeded to jump onto the table, and this was a high table, taller than my elbows as we were seated. I quickly shooed her off and once my food came she had settled down enough to have some of my panini.
As we were eating a surprise guest showed up. Sir Kingston and a half-naked woman called "Jaguar". They just pranced all over the bar and people took pictures with them and of course we asked to take a picture with them too.
Apparently you can hire him, Sir Kingston (www.sirkingston.com) to help you advertise your bar or restaurant, which is what Jaguar was doing. I think. Once they left we finished our fabulous food, chatted for a few more minutes and paid our tab and came home. All of that, more than 5hrs of being out and about, and Audrey still got the zoomies with Spencer when we got home.
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