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I planned to sneak Mary away for a rendezvous at the Elks at noon, although she said she prefers I use the front door! So we had our coffee instead, and then we traveled in The Silver Fox to the Lodge via CVS and the dry cleaners.At Girls’ Night Out, we were mysteriously joined by George, Ed & Betty, Bob Z, and Bill & Sandee—because nothing says “girls’ night” like a full roster of the honorary members.
We all had a great time playing a spirited round of “Who Can Tease Whom the Most,” also known as “Gotcha: The Olympics.”
From the lodge, we went to see my pulmonologist, and that went well. The doctor is scheduling me for another sleep test to see if my weight loss negates the need for a CPAP machine.
At 3:30, we escaped the doctor’s office and headed to Mary’s old workplace to wrangle some new glasses. Mary already has the lenses—now we need the elusive Glasses Lady, who apparently only appears when Mercury is in retrograde, and you don’t need her.
Now we are in Huntington Beach, and I suggested we call Charlotte, my golf girlfriend, and see if she wanted to meet at the club for a glass of the bubbly. Within minutes, we received a positive reply, then turned north onto the 22 Freeway and headed to Old Ranch.
We exchanged the latest gossip and enjoyed catching up on everything.
We had a wonderful time sharing with Charlotte.
Charlotte is a fantastic golfer, and sometimes people think she has a little help from outside sources. Charlotte can be such a little devil!
“What a piece of candy, little boy?” (She scares me!!)
On the way home, it started getting dark, and Mary suggested a nightcap, so we stopped at Rockwell’s for the classic “classy” combo: one corn dog, split like a fine cheese plate, and a glass of wine to keep it sophisticated.
The bar itself was nice, but it was loud enough to qualify as a minor weather event, so we bailed and made it home around 7:30. It’d been a long day. We watched two episodes of Suits—because nothing says “winding down” like aggressive legal banter—then promptly headed for bed.
