You're Invited?

Fang has returned, and the Flock being together again is definitely a thing worth celebrating. So, I decided to treat everyone to dinner.

After learning my lesson at The Green Tavern, I read everyone the riot act before we even took one step inside of the restaurant. I made sure to pick one of those family-oriented ones with the bright colors, and what I always thought looked like someone's garage sale nailed to the wall for decoration. It would be busy enough with all the noise and all those people running around that a couple WELL BEHAVED kids with (hidden) wings could enjoy a meal or three.

Note to self: Resist temptation. Leave condiments, especially dishes of olive oil, on the TABLE and not on the SERVER.

As we were chowing down on our food, I caught a glimpse of a flickering light out of the corner of my eye. I could also smell something burning. My suspcions starting to rise, we were ready to get the heck out of there at a moment's notice.

A clump of people surrounded a table and started making shouting. Clapping? ...And then singing! It was somebody's birthday. Whew.

Which made me think, what's the deal with birthdays, anyway? And, moreover, do any of us even HAVE one? Hmm.

-Max