Visiting Ardith

McDonald's? Wendy's? Arby's? Applebee's? Pizza Hut? Perkins?

"We don't want grease, we just want slime."

See, this is the problem when twelve people in a fifteen-passenger van try to pick out a restaurant. You have two genuine adults, two classified adults, and at least three wanna-be's, plus the younger ones who have no inhibitions about spurting out their own opinions, not to mention the several who double as wise-crackers.

Having finally settled on Pizza Hut, we only had to wait about ten minutes for them to find us three tables in a corner. In the very cornerest of these corners Ardith went through the Family Interrogation which naturally follows the Business Interview. This one, being conducted over pizza and Sprite, was probably less stressful. This one, being conducted by Daddy, was probably at least as thorough as the Interview, though on different points.

If twelve people choosing a restaurant is interesting, twelve people arguing over directions back to Ardith's suite is even more so, and this time without bringing in the stereotypical gender differences of How Guys and Girls React to Being Lost. Not that we were lost.

We left Ardith happily surfing the Sci-Fi channel on one of the two TVs in her hotel suite. Now I'd better stop before I say something somebody will make me regret.

But it was very good to be all together!