I’m on the Bolt Bus at 8am,
and on the Cape by 2. I’m visiting my
mom for a week.
My mother is easy to
like. She is a youthful 84, with many
friends of all ages.
Tonight we got to dinner
with two of them, both of whom I enjoy very much. Cindy, 71, lives across the
street, and she and her husband have been good friends of my parents for many
years. Maria, 45, was initially my
father’s caretaker, but became very close to my mother. She is originally from Columbia, speaks
Spanish better than English, and is incredibly kind and feisty. She made my father’s last days so much better.
His face always lit up every time Maria sailed into his room with a big smile and
the words, “How’s my Georgie doing today?” My
father used to call Maria his angel, and she was — both to him, and my mom.
The four of us are eating at
Red’s, one of the restaurant’s at the Sea Crest Resort.
About an hour before leaving, my mom asks, “So what are you
wearing?” I look online and the
restaurant is described this way:
Each night Red's draws sun-lovers, sports
enthusiasts, executives, beach bums and visitors … this casual eatery will
welcome you …
So I say, “I think I’ll wear
jeans.”
“Why don’t you wear
something nicer? Did you bring a pair of
pants other than jeans?”
“No.”
“Okay, then wear your jeans,
it really doesn’t matter.”
I tell my mom that the
restaurant is described as very casual, so I’m sure jeans will be fine.
“I’ve been there; it is casual. But Cindy and Maria will be dressed nicely.”
Suddenly she reaches a decision. “Don’t wear
jeans.”
I don’t. My goal this trip is to be as agreeable as
possible.
We pick up Cindy and meet
Maria at the restaurant. My mother and
her friends are all dressed well enough to be seen at Valerie’s country club. Everyone else in the restaurant is in
cut-offs, bathing suits, and other beachy attire. The jeans I had planned to wear would have
been dressy compared to the garb of the other diners.
The room overlooks the
ocean, where people are still playing. The food is just so-so, but the view more
than compensates. And, we are by far
the best-dressed table at the restaurant.
It’s a fun night.
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