Tonight, we made plans to attend a play at the local museum’s outdoor theater. I scooped Ames up from soccer and arrived home just in time to pile into the Suburban with our rain and cold weather gear, just in case.
En route, we called to order our usual Friday bag of burgers but Miss Laura, is there any way we can eat there instead of grabbing it to-go? Miss Laura said she’d see what she could do, but they were pretty busy tonight.
It took awhile for our eyes to adjust to the dark and crowded bar. There was certainly no table available, but a group had just left one. I started to bus it, but when I brought the receipt and tip to Miss Laura, she smiled and pointed to the back of the restaurant. Got you all set up, she exclaimed in her booming, affectionate, all-consuming voice.
And there it was. A table reserved. Platters of burgers, fries, and onion rings, hot and ready and waiting for us.
After dinner, we drove a block down the street and enjoyed The Adventures of Robin Hood under a canopy of trees at the end of a twinkle-lit path. Faces familiar and not, on stage and off, cozy all around.
It is hard to describe how magical tonight was.
