The Oceanview Restaurant

This is fun a story passed along by my Mother.

Once there was a group of 15-year old girls talking about where to hang out.  They decided to go to the Oceanview Restaurant because they had $4.35 between them and that was enough for some cokes to split.  Plus that cute guy from history would probably be there with his buds from the tennis team.

Ten years later, the group of 25-year olds texted each other about going out and getting blasted.   Finally they agreed on the Oceanview Restaurant because it was open late, there was live music with no cover, and there would probably be a lot of hot men.

Ten years later, the 35-year old friends decided to have a Girl’s Night Out since by some miracle they could all get sitters, and someone suggested the Oceanview Restaurant since it was near the gym but not far from the office, the cosmos were to die for, and there probably wouldn’t be families with whiny kids.

Ten years later, the 45-year old longtime gal pals were talking about where to meet for dinner.  They all agreed the Oceanview would be the best place since the martinis were big and the bartenders wore those tank tops and tight shorts.

Ten years later, the 55-year olds arranged to get together, and they all agreed that the Oceanview Restaurant was the place since it had windows that could open to let in a cool breeze if needed, the view was marvelous, and they had great seafood specials that were low carb.

Ten years later, the group of 65-year-old friends pondered where to have dinner together.  One suggested the Oceanview Restaurant since it had an early-bird special and the food was not too spicy.  They decided to “knit in public” there.

Ten years later, the 75-year old best-ever-friends discussed where to meet for dinner.  They all decided the Oceanview Restaurant was the best choice since it had good lighting, started serving at 4 p.m., and the restroom was handicapped accessible.

Ten years later, the group of 85-year old girlfriends were talking about where to go for dinner.  They finally agreed to go to the Oceanview Restaurant since none of them had ever been there before.

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About inkenheimer

Inkenheimer is a writer, designer, smart-ass Boomer, kitchen witch extraordinaire, and ultimately a dreamer who believes that life is so much better when you live inside your head. She resides with her family in beautiful Michigan, land of four seasons and great lakes. For fun she cooks and bakes, designs jewelry for the Vanity Review Emporium, watches movies, and collects unusual words.
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