Charles and I had a date night tonight. Or I should say a date 2-hour. We snuck out for a drink at the local Mosier pub since Dad couldn’t go out to spray until dark set in anyway. Danny, one of our favourite baristas, was playing guitar with his band in the corner. They’re great. And his girlfriend Amy, who recently moved here from out of state a couple of months ago, joined in singing as well.
Then, right after one of the sets, Danny yells out to the bar that he has an announcement to make:
It was so cool! The bar started singing ‘for their a jolly good couple’ and then the whole place had a glass of champagne. It was magic.