Last night I had plans to meet some high school friends and their husbands for dinner. Right now I don't have a cellphone or a car so it felt pretty high school.  My friend B. came to pick me up at my house. Only now we have a little more money, cell phones and slightly nicer cars than our parents let us drive.

The plan was to have dinner at 7pm. No problem.

Sure it seemed a little early to me given dinner times in Bulgaria which generally start sometime between 8 and 9:30pm but when in America. That and we've been eating dinner at home between 6:30 and 7pm most of the vacation so I was actually pretty hungry by 7pm.

Well my dAd came home around 6pm and said to me: Oh, you're not going to dinner?

Me: Yes, I am still going  just not until 7pm.

dAd: Really?

The way he asked implied that heading out to dinner at 7pm is rather late.  The funny thing is, he was right. When we showed up at 7pm, every table but the one we reserved was full of people and by the time we left about one and a half hours later there was only one table of other people left eating dessert.

Just so you know, I guess my dAd was right.