Who you calling city slicker?

On Friday night we went out with our dear friends the Olivas. It was Derek's birthday, and so we decided to party it up and take him out for steak. After all, you only turn 32 once. We went to Pinnacle Peak in Santee, where no ties are allowed. If you happen to wear a tie, they cut it off, and eventually pin it to the wall.

Gunnar only has a few ties (that he wears for weddings and church events) so he really didn't have a disposable tie. Derek doesn't have a tie at all. Thankfully, my family came to the rescue. My dad gave an old tie, and we found one someone had made (I don't think anyone had ever worn it before) and headed out.Gunnar had to help Derek tie his tie. :)
Gunnar's tie kind of blended in with his shirt.

The waitress called them city slickers, which made us laugh. I bet she doesn't even own a chicken. She made them hold up their hands and promise to never again be seen around there wearing a tie. Then she cut their ties off.
Off goes Derek's tie.
Gunnar getting his tie cut off.
There are the boys with their manly food. Steak with mushrooms on top and a side of beans. It is a safe bet that I won't be requesting a trip here for my birthday in a couple weeks. :) Nevertheless, we all had a great time.