Monday, June 24, 2013

THE WEEKEND...

I sat home on Friday, Saturday and half a day Sunday.  By 2:30 in the afternoon after doing a little housework and ironing I decided to pull myself together and get dressed to go to Newport Beach to  the Elks. Everyone remembers me which sometimes is not such a good thing. Staying low key is not something I do well even if I do mind my own business most of the time.

I stayed and listened to the music for a while and decided that since everyone was one hundred and two I would go somewhere that I had not been for almost thirty years.  On Balboa Island there is a long time restaurant and bar called the Village Inn.

After actually finding a place to park, which is almost impossible during the summer months, I walked a block and entered the restaurant.  The place had a few people and there was a young couple at the bar that were just super friendly and great to talk to.  They worked at the Yacht Club by the Balboa Bridge and his family had owned different restaurants in Orange County.

They had ordered Calamari and wanted to share it with me.  I like Calamari, but it is fried and in keeping with trying not to eat fried foods I tried to decline to no avail.

While I was talking to them another gal came in and sat next to us.  She had just retired from Neiman Marcus and lived on the Island as did the young girl that was part of the couple.  Everyone is so friendly and we exchanged names, phone numbers and promised to keep in touch.

Sara, the young girls name lived with her Grandmother on the Island and wanted me to come down and hang out with them.  Since I normally do very little on the weekend it sounded like a plan.  I love the fact that I can make friends no matter where I go and they want to include me in their lives.  We'll see what happens.

The place had a band too and I left after a couple of the sets,  I hadn't seen anything on the menu that I wanted so I headed back towards Irvine and thought I'd stop at the Wild Fish for a drink and some bar food.

I sat next to a man that was eating a Thai shrimp dish and he offered me one. I declined  but did order the same thing.  We were talking and he was telling me he was retired from Best Buy as one of the original corporate people in Minneapolis.He was one year older then I.

He said he had a home on Spy Glass Hill, and a five bedroom home in Scottsdalte, AZ.  He was divorced and had lived in California for twelve years.  He also had started out living at the Balboa Bay Club.  He was a nice man and he did take a liking to me.  He ended up, when I went to the Ladies Room, paying for my food and drinks.  When I came back I tried to pay the bartender and he said it has been taken care of.  All I could think of was there was going to be a price to pay.  That turned out not to be true, kind of..

As with most men he would have liked more, but I declined his offer to go home with him to "cuddle"  Yeah "cuddle" right! He said, " wouldn't I like someone that could offer me more," as I told him about Bruno.  Food for thought for sure.

The other man who was on the other side of me picking up take out thought we had known each other forever.  I'm not shy and can be chatty when I have to be.  The really bad thing about meeting the Best Buy man was I have forgotten his name...typical.  I have the memory of a gnat.

I hadn't been in Wild Fish for almost two years and Best Buy man said it was the first time he had ventured there too. I probably will never see or hear from him again, but at least it was company and beat sitting at home with the cats.

Tonight, Monday, I'm headed out to pick up the Manager of the Elks Club.  She has several things on the list for the menu we need to approve at the meeting tonight for the Marine Corps Birthday Ball.  I have the CD of the new band but I think they will be too expensive. The first Ball we made approximately $2000. so we have a little money to work off of.  The Challenge Coins, as gifts, run over a thousand so a big hunk is taken out of last years profits for them.

Off to get ready to get out of the house.












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