"Hi Barb, let's meet for lunch..."
And off I went to the nearby lovely restaurant, Ole's Guacamoles.
I settled on the patio overlooking Flat Creek, and waited for Cathy. And waited. And waited.
I wasn't alone, this duck kept me company. Hadn't Cathy said Ole's for lunch? I called her. Had to leave a voice mail..."I'm sitting here waiting at Ole's."
There's my table by the duck...I was served my chips and refried bean dip...and Cathy called back saying "I'm sitting on the patio at Oakie Doakies, where are you?"
I had really messed up, thinking of one restaurant, going there, and all the time the invitation was to another one. Mmmm. How to fix this? Order Mexican to go, thank the waiter and leave him a tip, then hightail it across town to the barbecue place to meet and eat with Cathy.
Both restaurants seemed to take it in stride.
But I didn't have time to take more pictures, my mouth was full, when I wasn't talking with Cathy.
All's well that ends well. And you got some lovely photographs.
ReplyDeleteAh, those things just happen sometimes! Glad you made it for the lunch date!!
ReplyDeleteI can understand how that mix up happened -- they are somewhat similar names. The bean dip and chips sounded good! -- barbara
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