A Waiter and a Birthday Dinner

It was my man’s birthday Friday so we went out to dinner. (This is Old Dave as he looked in around the year 2000. He looks the same now only his hair is greyer.) Icould tell right away that our waiter at that restaurant was lonely for real conversation. He heard us talking about beers and spoke about a microbrewery he knew about.

He heard us talking about what it’s like to hike the Appalachian Trail and weighed in with a book recommendation about some guy who had done that with a house on his back or some extreme thing.

He heard our girl Annie and me trying to recall the last lines from Song of Myself and paused to listen. We finally looked it up on an i-phone and read it aloud.

“That’s beautiful,” he said of Whitman’s closing lines.

I asked for a glass of ice on the side and he told us he always forgets the ice so we should feel free to remind him. He did forget and we did have to remind him – twice – but it was fine.

I liked him and felt I understood the kind of loneliness in the rush-rush world of your average Friday night restaurant in a tourist area. It’s that certain alone-in-a-crowd loneliness of a person hungry for adult conversation. You see it in orthodontists too with their clientele of middle-schoolers.

Anyway it was a nice dinner and a nice ‘real’ birthday, last Friday, squeezed as it was between two losses by our poor Celtics. It certainly was a nice weekend.

I took Sunday off from blogging so I could look through pictures 100 years old of my people, thought of whom came sharply back when I went to see the house I grew up at the end of last week.

I’m on the verge of some more looking back, just to warn you. No more silly posts about underpants, for a few days anyway.

In the meantime here I am with a mate now eligible for Medicare. How the guy below turned into someone that old I don’t know. Course being the wife and not the mother I missed some of the early innings.

Tonight we’re celebrating at the house of these two along with our other kids including the Whitman fan. The ‘these two’ have three young children, one at 14 weeks old just realizing what fun it is to laugh so it’s bound to be a good time, even for Old Dave. Hey for any of us to grow old and full of years: there are worse things, you know? (And few things better.)

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15 thoughts on “A Waiter and a Birthday Dinner

  1. This is a lovely post. Happy birthday Dave. I’m not going to call you ‘Old Dave’ but actually being older is no bad thing. Terry tells me you look the same, but with just a bit more grey. Well they say grey is the new black but personally who gives a….. ok I’m not going to finish that sentence but I’m sure you get my drift. Happy Birthday from Scotland.

  2. And audiologists too, whose patients can’t hear a word they say.

    May he have many more (birthdays), and still look as great as he does today.

  3. Same goes for funeral directors, who are a happy bunch, when not tending to the bereaved. I speak with them daily and they have the best stories!
    Happy Birthday to Dave

  4. I envy you that, speaking to them every day . I think you must be right about that, that they’re a cheerful enough lot. And I bet they’re a bit lonely too right?

  5. Happy belated Birthday David from your twin (in years and birthdate) just down the road south on Rte 128. May we both have many more to celebrate and wonder how all this time has passed. I have had a full and blessed life and pray for many more for the both of us. Love, ML

  6. Well, I’m a Twin too but not the same date – I’m 72 today so I’m older than Dave but I wish him a belated happy birthday anyway. My son is taking me out to dinner tonight – we are going to Panera Bread because they sent me an email saying they have a surprise for me. Curiosity…..I was looking at 100 year old pictures last night and have an album to put them in AFTER I get through all the other stuff that I have no choice but to give away. So a big box is now started for BBBS to pick up on Sat. Have a bunch of ironing to do, too. I use a table that I store under my sofa and a portable ironing board on top, a bit too low so my back complains; otherwise I’d be all done by now. Mike Rowe is now on Who Wants to be a Millionaire and he is so funny I have to stop and watch him. Have a good day and all the best to your man! Hugs.

    1. Happy birthday Andrea ! How did I miss this ? I hope your day is more than great . It will be because you have a winning Rx going, in putting the chance to laugh first ! Love ya!

  7. Happy birthday and hugs to Cousin Dave and to you. Just remind him that I am the oldest of the cousins and still going strong.

  8. Nice post. Happy Birthday Dave. Enjoy life and keep breathing, the secret to a long life. Recalling our great childhood is always refreshing. We certainly had a great time on Clark Rd. Thanks for keeping in touch. Love, Gwennie

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