It’s quiet here tonight.
Having a tall Strawberries & Creme.
Folksy kind of music on the sound system.
I just know the man two tables over was at Woodstock. He’s got a snazzy little Acer netbok, and a very thoughtful look on his face. His fingers move slowly and steadily across the keyboard. Perhaps he writing of days spent in a psychedelic haze.
I was born in ’61 and clearly remember the hippies. Grandma used to called them yippies. She bought me the coolest Peter Max shorts, and smiley face t-shirts. The old girl always believed you ought to be stylish.
Her wedding photo, taken in 1930, shows her with a bob haircut and short pleated skirt, looking every bit the flapper.
There’s a little girl in a stroller with a Pebbles Flintstone hair-do. So cute.
Now the quetion is what to pick up for dinner. You know a Subway sandwich and Diet Coke is more than enough, especially after 380 calories of Strawberries & Creme.
I hate menus with the calories included don’t you?
I mean seriously I do.
Everyone enjoy your Friday night.