The wallet of reason, Whitey’s lessons and an early dinner
18 Jan
Here I sit, a full belly, dish pan hands and sore feet. It’s only ten to eight but it feels like it should be midnight.
This weekend’s been a busy one. Yesterday morning, we ventured off to suburbia to meet the gals for brunch. We stopped off at P’s place first where we dropped off the little head so that she could beat up visit her brother. P, S and I drove over to the restaurant where we were meeting K and a colleague of S’s named Cynthia.
The restaurant was busy as we knew it would be. Even though it was freezing out, there was still a long line-up and an equally long wait ahead of us. We were behind a group of ten and we were a group of five so it took a while for us to be seated. We spent that time catching up while the waitresses collected groups of two for seating. One woman started shouting what sounded like non-sense when one of the wait staff asked how many people were in her group. S and I just looked at each other, unsure of what, or how much to say.
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