We went out for dinner on Darrell's birthday to Endolyne Joe's.
Darrell got a nice phone call from his youngest daughter, Julia, and I caught him on the phone in my sketch.
From where I sat I could see the kitchen, and I noticed one of the chefs had purple hair. I had to include her in my sketch. Boy, she was a dynamo, never standing still. But I think I caught her essence.
Victoria (granddaughter) was pleasant as always, unlike what turned out to be a sour look on her face in my sketch. I don't know where that came from.
I wrote out the words to the Happy Birthday song, showed them to Darrell and told him that was the only singing he'd get from me. I wouldn't even attempt to carry a tune in a bucket (unless I'm in the shower).