When Trigger delivered Tony and me safely to, The Rails, Les & Denise and Jim were standing outside waving at us. After howdies and hugs we asked Jim where Kris was. "She'll be here any minute. She and I..."
A few minutes later, Jim's prediction about Kris came true. When Kris joined us, on the patio, she told me that she had something to give to me. Then she handed me the cutest, tiny outfit for Little Debbie to prance around in and an adorable, little teddy bear to give to Alice, so she wouldn't feel slighted. Then we went inside The Rails, to be seated, next to the bar, that showcased their delicious dessert tray right, behind Denise's and my chairs.
Lunch with our good friends was a lot of fun as always and the food was beyond delicious! Tony ordered their fish tacos and I ordered their Shrimp Alfredo. While I was busy, eating everything that was on my plate, we got to talking about the 60's and 70's great music. When I told them about B.B., my new, electric, Telecaster guitar and adding to my bucket list how to play The Thrill Is Gone, just like B.B. King plays it, Denise suggested that I also learn to play Smoke On The Water. The song didn't ring a bell with me, so she made the sounds of the first seven notes. And I instantly remembered that song. "Les, who sang Smoke On The Water?"
"Deep Purple," Les replied.
When the nice, friendly waiter removed our dinner plates he asked if any of us wanted dessert, "I do," Kris and Denise said, in two part harmony. Not wanting to be a stick-in-the-mud, even though I had already eaten so much food, I would have immediately sunk to the bottom of the mud pit, I held up my hand and said, "Me, too."
I ordered their delicious Carrot Cake, because "carrots are a healthy vegetable and good for us," was my logic and excuse for my over indulgence and I must confess that I'd do it all over again, because it was the best carrot cake that I have ever eaten. And, from the looks of their empty dessert plates, Denise and Kris loved their desserts, too.
When Tony and I got back home, I immediately unbuttoned the top two buttons, on my 501 Levis, so I could breath and then I went into our bedroom and put on some old, navy blue, sweat pants, to help take the pressure off the seams of my blue jeans. And I'm sure if my pair of jeans could have talked, my jeans would have said, "Thank goodness it's over! Nancy, next time, please go buy and wear a pair of our Levis' Relaxed Fit. And get a size bigger, too."
After I tossed my tighter-than-tight jeans into the washer, I looked, at the kitchen table and then half-hollered, "Tony!"
"Will you please come help me dress Little Debbie?" And a minute later, I took this picture of Little Debbie, my little, darling, diamond-studded debutante. (Or a Subject for The Empire.)