I mentioned on Monday (somehow I missed an entire day!) the door prizes given away at the ladies’ conference. Just have to say for the record that I won after my name was drawn from an envelope that contained the names of the first twenty people to check in at registration that morning. That’s right….I was an early bird. That was just for a select someone..and you know who you are!!:)
Moving on…..at one point, she asked all ladies who had not eaten out at any type of restaurant (fast food or otherwise) in the last week to stand. Honestly, my very first thought was, “Who’s gonna stand up?” Really, it was. There were about 75 women that stood. I was shocked – and even more amazed when many were still standing when she narrowed it to eating out in the last month!! The woman who received that door prized had not eaten out – at ANY restaurant or even drive-thru – since Christmas! I’m as honest as I know to be – I couldn’t believe it.
I think eating out has become as common place to me as going to buy groceries…and I don’t say that it is necessarily a good thing – but just the truth. I remember when our children were young, going out to eat was a treat…a big deal, actually. We often used going to a restaurant as a way to celebrate – whether we were celebrating good report cards, a birthday, the big game, or just the start of summer! (We were good at celebrating!) Somewhere in the teen years, eating out became less and less exciting. Perhaps it was just eating out with Mom and Dad:) It seemed it was so difficult to please everyone. Thankfully, we have passed that stage and we enjoy eating out all together again but I can’t say that we see it as a treat – and, in a way, that’s a shame.
Hubbie and I were discussing this the day after the retreat (I was still trying to process all those folks who don’t go out to eat….) and he told me the most interesting fact. He grew up on the Eastern Shore of Virginia. I often refer to this part of our state as “the land time forgot”. It is cemented in the past – the distant past. And, for the folks living there, that’s just fine by them. For this suburbanite girlie, however, it was a culture shock. Hubbie left the shore right after graduation from high school when he was eighteen. And in those eighteen years, he remembers eating out one time – that’s right, one time TOTAL in 18 years. He and his family did a lot of visiting friends and family to share meals….especially going to his grandmother’s house. But, as far as going to a restaurant – once. And that was to a restaurant his cousin had opened and he and his parents ate for free. All I could say was Wow.
So, I am too curious. Just how often do you eat out in a week – or a month?? And, while I am asking – do you have a favorite restaurant?? Happy Wednesday:)