This isn’t so much a story as just a thing I found funny…
I went to see my adorable little cousins (in Indiana) in a musical.
After the show, a bunch of the family members went out to Steak ‘n’ Shake (yum).
I hadn’t seen my (super cool and fun) Aunt Amy in far too long. We all talked for about an hour. The elementary schoolers went home with my uncle (their dad). And the girls stayed out ’til something like 4:30am!
After we’d been there for probably about 4 hours, my mom started joking that she might be ready to eat again. My aunt joined in. And yes, we indeed ate all over again.
(That may not seem funny to anyone else but me, but this was the first time I’d stayed at a restaurant long enough to have two separate meals – pay for the first one, think you’re just chatting for a while (since Steak ‘n’ Shake is not crowded, and you’re not bothering anyone), then realize it’s time to ramp up and eat all over again.
And I just thought that seemed too silly not to mention.)