I had a great time getting together with these friends. Thursday night there were nine of us, since Qwkwit and Bill didn't arrive until Friday. It's a shame, because they missed going to Stroud's with us.
Although it was Thursday night, there was a long, long wait at Stroud's. More than an hour, I believe. Finally we told them they could split our group if they needed to, and that's when we were seated.
Stroud's is in a section of Kansas City where it looks like everything around it has died. You just wonder why restaurant in this place, amonst the crack houses and abandoned industries... with people waiting in line to be served!
I must say the chicken was good. Glenda, our preacher friend from Scotland, ordered catfish, and I hear it was quite delicious also. It was her first taste of catfish.
OK, the food was good, but the long wait wasn't. The noise was a drawback, because it made it difficult to chat. Neither was it fun when a child right next to us ate too much, too fast, and upchucked in the floor. I missed all of this except the mopping-up, at which time I said to Cliff, "What are they picking up off the floor?"
"You don't want to know," he answered.
But as I told my friends, this is the kind of evening you laugh about a year from now.
"Remember the time we all ate at Stroud's and waited forever, and that kid puked all over?"
Oh yes, it'll all be happy memories eventually. In fact, it already is.