So, Everley and Lindley got fed and put to bed while Steve continued to sun at the pool. The parents (and Moo and LaLa) either napped themselves or went out to run errands. Steve's sojourn at the pool ended around 1pm and he returned home (after stopping at Bucky's for someone's trenta passion tea).
Now came the real dilemma - what to do about dinner? I had intended to cook, but Molly had come over earlier to help organize my mess of a pantry, and that took all the wind out of my "cooking dinner" sails (well, there really wasn't much wind there to begin with, so this wasn't a monumental feat). Anyhow, we started discussing dinner.
Molly said she would take Steve to Ruby Tuesday's for dinner (he likes the Parmesan chicken). The only problems with Ruby Tuesday is that several other members of the family associate this establishment with various times of gastrointestinal distress. In other words, they are convinced they spent hours hugging the porcelain throne after having visited RT's. But in light of the occasion, just about everyone acquiesced to the plan - except for Maribeth, who still harbors bad feelings towards RT's ribs. So, the rest of us loaded up the cars and headed for adventure.
Steve and I took Everley and Lindley with us in the car. Everley will go just about anywhere for food, and her mother said it was fine (I guess as long as E stayed away from the ribs). Molly took Maribeth home, and Sam and Lynnette went in their own cars. Eventually all cars ended up at the same location, and we disembarked and headed to the lobby.
Despite being Sunday and Father's Day, many of us looked like we had just finished cutting the grass. I had on my jogging pants and a tshirt (at least they were clean), Molly had on similar attire, the little girls had on cute dresses that had spent the morning at the zoo, and the rest of the group were dressed slightly better. It didn't seem to matter to us. In retrospect, it certainly had no effect on the rest of the dinner.
When we got to the check-in desk, the lady asked our party size. We had to wait while they prepared a table. During our wait, we overheard that perhaps the wait staff was a little short-handed that night. When our table was finally ready, the check-in lady mumbled something about it being a busy day. We got to our table that was big enough for 20 people (we had 5 adults and 2 kids) and waited for our server. And waited and waited. I decided to go to the salad bar to get some nibbles for E and L. When I returned, our server had still not materialized, but the server for the table next to us was already taking drinks.
I deposited the salad bar offerings to L and E. Of course E starts right in, but L declines most of the food. Our server shows up, explaining that she's had to work a double shift and was on a break when we arrived, hence her delay. No biggie, as by that time we were ready for her to take our food order as well as our drink order.
Meanwhile, E decided to poop in her diaper. Which is no big deal and expected, unless (a) you have no diapers to change her into and (b) you are sitting next to her. Luckily I was sitting next to her, so nobody else got the fragrant whiff of bodily functions every time she moved.
Anyhow, our drinks and food eventually arrived (by the way, a refill of milk costs $1.50), we ate, and left. It was a lovely Father's Day dinner. And hopefully will not be relived in a vile way in the next 24 hours.
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Today was a great day because: Molly helping organize my pantry; Lindley and Everley time; E's new playhouse assembled by Mathieu; dinner at Ruby Tuesday's
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