Exercise And Dinner Out

I hadn't opened the packet I received from the exercise people at Stafford Library, and discovered it included a CYA* sheet that had to be signed by my doctor.  No prob, I thought, and just dropped it off Tuesday afternoon.  Office staff said they'd call when it was signed, but never did.  I went back twice, but doc was in Egg Harbor and had it with him, and so on. 
All that annoyed the hell out of me, and I left to meet Aline at Stafford Library in a grouchy mood.  Turned out I handed them the other papers (you'd think I was about to run the Boston Marathon) and they never even asked for the doctor's one.  Aline said she had never handed one in, either. 
Anyway, it was a good session, with about twenty people--all women--participating.  I'm pleased that it there seems to be a concentration on balance, something I need. 
On the drive home, Aline asked if I'd like to join her and a group from Mystic Shores for dinner at Mystic Casino (despite the name, not a gambling den for spirits, just a restaurant).  "Sure," said I, natch, and twenty minutes after I had dropped her off, met up with the group.
It's funny how similar different (over 55) communities are, and how they differ.  This group seemed older and not quite as "with it" as those in our community; of course, Mystic Shores was built about twenty years before Sunrise Bay.  There were about eighteen women and two men, which I  guess reflects the--let's face it, death patterns overall.  I had met some of them before and was welcomed by them.
After we sat down, Bessie and Bob F. from my community came in, then about six other couples I know.  They were just having an informal dinner and I chatted with them for a bit.
The company was fun, but the food and service mediocre.  I had ordered chopped sirloin, rare, and instead got something called "steak pizzala," an overcooked slab of beef with cheese, onions, and peppers on it.  Was  dumbfounded that Aline was charged an extra dollar because she had a baked potato instead of mashed or fried (never heard of that one before).  However, I had a good time.
Aline's sister, Susan, was there, but oddly, sat in a booth with her son and a friend whom Aline dislikes instead of at the table where everyone else was.  She was supposed to take Aline to rehearsal (only for act three, so I didn't have to go), but swept out, seemingly in a huff.  Not sure what's going on there, but I took Aline to the school.
Pretty nice evening, although (or maybe because of) it was somewhat  different.  Rehearsal tonight, always a pleasure for me.
*Cover your ass.