Reservation for Three

Living near your friends is a great benefit. While running a few errands, I stopped by Alice’s house to retrieve some library items and, five hours later, ended up going home without running any errands and feeling great.

 

Alice had been busy in the kitchen again, making a drink with vodka, wine and oranges. Although she told me the name of the drink, it was something I couldn’t pronounce or remember. I have a feeling it may rhyme with dooba la chay. Regardless of what it was called, it tasted delicious. She, Hot Mustard and I had several glasses prior to walking to their favorite Japanese restaurant for dinner.

 

The restaurant had only been open a half hour and already appeared to have quite a wait. Although there were several empty tables, one of which was right next to where we were waiting, they didn’t seat us for some time. “Is our name on the list?” I asked Hot Mustard. He walked over, checked out the list, returned to Alice and I and said, “Yes, it says ‘three.'” “Three?” Alice asked. “Yes, three,” Hot Mustard confirmed.

 

“From now on our reservation name should be three; regardless of how many of us are dining,” I advised them. “Great idea. ‘Reservation for Three, party of eight,'” Hot Mustard quipped. Shortly after that, Three was called, we were seated and our new Three way became official.

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