My sister’s birthday was this past Monday and today we were able to meet up for lunch. Birthdays are almost always (like 99.9% of the time) observed in some way in my family, just not always on the one and only exact date, because, well, work and life and stuff.
Today’s festivity took place at Bailey’s in Townsend, which
is becoming our go-to for a nice weekend lunch, usually after I get out of dance. We like Bailey’s for the consistent kitchen. The delicious whatever that was ordered the last time is just as delicious the next time. When lunch was
first planned, we had hoped to be able to eat outside on the patio.
All week long, weather forecasts mentioned rain and I left
the house armed with a raincoat and umbrella that became unnecessary baggage because it
didn’t rain. I even had to keep watering the parched yellow pansies in the flower pot
out front. Today I said screw it and wore just a light jacket. No hood. No ball
cap. Left the car umbrella in the car.
Wet patio. |
Our arrival for lunch (12:15) was perfect. People kept coming in to the dining room as we ate, and as we were near to finishing, a steady stream of other patrons was filing past the window towards the entrance. Many were young girls in short-skirted outfits and really big wigs and jackets with the name of an Irish Step Dance school. Clearly, there had been a performance and clearly we had beaten the post-performance rush. Sometimes we get lucky in my family. We wound our way through a small crowd near the host station on our way out.
The rest of the afternoon was spent relaxing. The TV stayed off. I read a book, Sam by Allegra Goodman, which is a touching
and realistic trip into the head and heart of a kid. Later, instead of the
usual diet of Netflix shows, it was YouTube for music videos, which is the
closest to the old MTV I can get, with the added benefit of being able to
search for bands I want to listen to/see. Today’s entertainment included Balkan
Beat Box, The Dresden Dolls, Gogol Bordello, and Miley Cyrus. Overall, a great day.
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