This is the birthday girl. When asked how old she was her response was, "I'm either 37 or 73." Happy Birthday, Helen Pearl!
Real friends are those who, when you've made a fool of yourself, don't feel you've done a permanent job. ( These two were really enjoying their ice cream cone. Proud they didn't get a picture of me eating mine.)
This group of ladies went out on the town to celebrate our friend, Helen's birthday. She has had a very difficult two years with the illness and recent death of her beloved daughter. We felt that we should make an effort to help cheer her up a little.One of her favorite places to eat is the Fish Bowl so that is where we headed. We left Dierks around 4:00 p.m. and arrived at the eating place at 5:00 p.m. They were ready for us because I had called ahead hoping they might seat us in a nice secluded place but low and behold they put us right in the big middle of the main dining room. Now if you know any of this group you know we are not shy and have a tendency to get a little loud. Tonight was no different. When we got into really celebrating I noticed some sitting near eyeballing us. The gawking did not slowed this bunch down at all.
We enjoyed a great meal of fried fish with all the trimmings and topped it off with a blueberry muffin as a dessert. I took one with a candle and made sure I took matches to light it. I struck those matches on every object I could find and never got a flame so Helen just pretended to blow out her candle. Since we were in the big middle of a room full of serious fish eaters we left the Happy Birthday song off.
The waitress told us to enjoy ourselves and stay as long as we wanted. We remained for a while seeing who could tell the BIGGEST tale but really seeing who could top that...not sure who won.
Finally we departed that place and went the long way home with the six of us packed in my rig. We finally arrived at Mary's house where we had met. Upon arrival we decided we were not ready to dismiss this party so, as full as we were, we decided to go to Kenya's for dessert. It was at Kenya's that we probably did the most damage. One very sweet gray headed man asked us what we had been drinking. We informed him that water, tea and coffee were the strongest thing we had to drink. He couldn't believe we could have so much fun and not be half lit. With this bunch a good stiff drink would probably just put us to sleep...we don't need anything to make us have fun. That just comes naturally. When we left Kenya's the little waitress, that had enjoyed seeing some of her old teachers giggle and have fun, wanted to know where we were going next. Guess she thought our night was just beginning.
Well, we finally arrived back at Mary's and it was still daylight. When you are our age you forget that there are headlights on the car. We unloaded and headed off in the direction of our homes.
One of the most entertaining things I saw the whole night was two, WAY over 70 year olds, getting out of my third row seats. You have never heard such moaning and groaning trying to get out of that place. Bet next time there will be some flipping going on to see who wins that honor.
So goes the life of the over the hill ladies.
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