Today was quite uneventful.
Dar had to work.
It was hot and humid, so I stayed inside most of the day.
John picked me up at 6:30 and off we went, up to Howell to Asian Fusion. An Asian buffet place. YUCK! I hate these kinds of places. Chinese, Japanese, Thai and American and nothing has the distinct taste of the country it is from. The eggs rolls were made of some kind of beef paste and tough. I couldn't find any of the Oriental veggies I like. There was NO steamed white rice that I could find. However, the hot Oolong tea was good as were the Fortune Cookies. and the red jello cubes I had for dessert were good.
Of course I didn't complains--are you nutz? I ate more than I have in a week because....I was trying to find something from under those sneeze shields that tasted like Chinese!!!
When John went back for dessert--I looked at the bill, $23.00 and fished the last five dollars out of my billfold. When we were ready to leave, I placed them on the table.
"What's that?" he asked.
"I told you last time that if we went out to eat again, I was going to leave the tip."
"If I invite someone out to eat, I pay for it."
"Look, I'm older than you and I'm bigger than you. Unless you want me to take you down here...in front of all these people and beat you up...you will let me do the tip."
"I believe you could too. Okay."
Well, we had a good time talking about when we were kids and the shows we used to watch on the 12-14" TV's our parents had. "Sgt. Preston" and "Sky King" and "Howdy Dowdy." And we talked about Maisey--it costs him over $300.00 a month, just for her special meds and food and he had her to the vet yesterday at $250.00 for tests and IV.
Then we waddled out to the car and I said, "I'm going home, find a Peacock feather, stick it down my throat. Like the Romans used to do, so they could eat more."
"Sounds like my kind of people," he says.
He is extremely easy going, smiles and laughs all the time, just like I do, so it is pleasant being with him. When we got to my house, I thanked him and he put his right arm out for a hug, so I hugged him and kissed him on his cheek.
"Thanks J. T." I said.
He replied, "Thanks J. J. Have a good weekend."
Then I saw him take Maisey for a walk up the service drive. He's a good man. A nice friend.