A fine mess of a dinner

 

We went into a cosy little restaurant with a carpeted floor.  Just me and my wife.  We were seated at a table and the waiter brought me a bottle of Glen Fiddich.  Thought it's supposed to be wine, but anyway it doesn't matter.  I'm comfortable with whiskeys.  Wifey's not so keen on drinking.  She'd sometimes take a sip or two from my glass though.  She went about getting something to eat at the buffet.  Then I noticed in the queue was the young man whom I sometimes called in to fix my PC.  He wasn't aware I was there so I ignored him and focussed on my table, cluttered with everything except food.  I had to get me a nice chair with arm-rest so that I could sit comfortably.  Meanwhile the room began to be filled with more and more people.

There was one of my nieces with a few younger kids milling around.  She just came in and sat down on my chair and was saying something to me.  But I wasn't keen on listening.  I was looking around wondering where wifey went.  Perhaps she's still looking around choosing her food.  I wanted to get back to my food, so I grabbed another chair and offered it to my niece and told her to shift over so that I could sit in my chair.  Just then I remembered I had to go the next room to get something else.  I can't remember what it was.  The next room was empty except for tables and chairs. 

 

When I got back, the place became what looked like a large living room.  All my relatives were present.  Well, I'd say, most of them.  I could recognise a few faces.  My dad's brother-in-law, for instance, stood out clearly.  For courtesy, I had to invite him to join us at my dinner.  But I still wondered where my wife was.  Then I spotted her standing in the back row.  She seems to be always somewhere in the back blending into the crowd.  I wondered what she was doing standing there.  Everyone sat or stood facing one direction, as if they were watching TV.  They'd shifted our cosy little table to one side against the wall, but my food and drinks were still there waiting for me to carry on.  I was terribly thirsty.

 

The alarm beeped 6.00 am.  I realized the air conditioner wasn't blowing cool air.  It showed a glowing red lamp on the panel.  Problem again with the compressor restart switch, I guess.  It's time again to get back to the grind.  But how I wished I could Dream Like Danny.

 

T.G.I.F.