Wipeout

Summer nights have taken on a whole new meaning now that we live in Dallas. The past few summers we have been in NY, and summer nights there meant one thing: patio drinking and dining. Greg and I enjoyed more than our fair share of summer evenings from dinners in the Slope to drinks at the Frying Pan. That's because you could enjoy being outside at 9:00 at night with out feeling like you were in a steam bath.

The Frying Pan. It's a boat. It's a bar. What's not to love?

This summer, things are different for the Hunters. For starters, we have a baby, so squeezing into a table for 2 is not really an option. But the weather here has just been too muggy to even enjoy a glass of Sauv Blanc on our patio. So we have resorted to more baby friendly activities in our air conditioned house, and while summer TV leaves much to be desired, but we definitely look forward to watching Wipeout on Tuesday nights. Kennedy loves her walks in the evenings, but last night she seemed content to stay in and hang out on the couch.