Woke up this morning to a text from a new friend: "You were at the the bar last night; just heard all about it! See you at dinner tonight."
I HAD been at the bar the night before. By myself. Talking to a few folks, but mostly just chatting with the bartenders. No dancing on stools. No slurring my words. Left on a bike. Nothing memorable.
Since our kitchen is a construction zone and because the club house is the only place to get breakfast within a 5 mile radius, Frances and I went back to the same bar for breakfast. And the bartender - who must work a million hours - came up to us and noted that he knew we were coming back for dinner because folks had been talking about us last night. .
And to add to the small world of it all, when we were at dinner, someone visited our table noting that she had met us last year when we had been visiting and had stopped by the bar to talk with people and get a feel for the place.
Welcoming? I am choosing to think so..... Do we stick out a little bit? I think that is true too.
But hey, Frances is up early to play golf with new friends Which is a good thing because she needs to figure out the golf courses around here; our living room carpet won't take too much more putting practice!
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