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Talk about “on the go!” We were up doing our thing, and then it was time to go to the Elks for “Girls Night Out”.
Lunch was fun, but Iris was not feeling well, so she stayed home.
After lunch, Mary wanted to pick up her new glasses, so we zoomed to Huntington Beach,h and she got them.
From there, we headed to Brea Mall so Mary could get her Brighton purse fixed—because apparently even purses need maintenance. Off we went in a cloud of dust, bravely crossing town like pioneers… except in a car with air conditioning.
We took 22 to 55 to Imperial and rolled in like seasoned highway warriors. This time, we trusted the GPS (a bold character-development moment), and it dropped us off in the JCPenney parking lot. Miraculously, Brighton was only a couple of hundred feet away—close enough that no one had to pack snacks, leave a trail of breadcrumbs, or file a missing person report.
OK, two errands down—but behind door number three was dinner, and the prize was a visit to The Tartan Room in Orange. Just off the 55 at the Lincoln offramp, we found it easily, which felt suspicious… like the universe was briefly being nice to us.
Mary and I each had a salad and a glass of wine—because nothing says “responsible adults” like leafy greens paired with fermented grapes. We’d both been there before, but not in over twenty years, so it was basically a reunion with a restaurant we once knew… and honestly, it’s aged better than we have.
“Mungry” (Translation: I am hungry!)
We met some interesting people at the table next to us. He was twelve years younger than me, but grew up on Venice Blvd, about three miles from me. We shared some fun events, and I was able to tell him about Hoppyland and other interesting facts about the area where he was raised.
This day’s game had FOUR doors; the next one was Jan Mongel’s home. We stopped by for a few minutes and harassed her about going to the Elks next week. It was a futile attempt, but we tried.
After getting home, we watched an episode of “Suits” before crashing!
