After a delicious meal delivered by a disdainful waitress, our little band stopped at CVS for a couple of purchases and then trooped over to B's townhouse for an afternoon glass of wine and we continued our visiting.
Our evening plans were to head out and join friend NM for karaoke. The karaoke restaurant/bar was picturesque but, B explained, had a limited and greasy menu, so we had baked spaghetti and broccoli at home before heading out.
We arrived at the nightspot. As we drove up, we found 3 similar establishments, one next door to the other. We were headed to the third in the row, although D explained that all three have similar menus and ambiance, yet all three manage to survive.
The restaurant was on the reservoir, and as we headed for waterside seating, we noticed that this was apparently NOT karaoke night. As we approached, it was "almost like a scene from a movie" as we were greeted by the opening guitar phrases of "Sweet Home Alabama". As we entered, we discovered the cover band looked like they were teens. What they lacked in talent- which was much- they made up for in volume.
So we moved out of the building and away from the band and down a ramp onto a deck on the reservoir. The deck was furnished with standard picnic tables and we moved toward the one nearest the ramp. Dh K and I sat on the side further from the deck railing; D slid onto the other bench nearer the railing.
Before B could join D, I said:
B, I think you might want to sit by me on this side.
B looked at me quizzically; but before she could ask me why, I pointed out the spider who was cheerily spinning a web in and around the deck posts and railing.
B jumped! and moved to my side of the table- and then moved back, cautiously- and flipped open her phone to film the spider! Soon dh K and D were using their phones for lighting!
And then we moved to an entirely different table, that was, as far as we could determine, spider-free.
We ordered our drinks.
Eventually NM arrived. Although disappointed by the lack of karaoke she was undaunted. Somehow she charmed the proprietor into bringing her a free split of champagne.
NM thought dh K's beard was bad-ass! And she invited us all over to her house with her parents to celebrate her dad's birthday with mojitos on Sunday- or was it Saturday? - the mojitos may have clouded my memory.
We finished our drinks and headed off into the night.
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