A Night at Alpine Restaraunt on Thursday.

It is 6:30 p.m. and I have just arrived at home. Rushing to ready myself as fast as I can for several hours of line dancing, carousing and a scrumptious meal at the Alpine Restaurant in Torrance, CA. Now it is 7:00 p.m., and I have my mind set on a beef dip sandwich and a bowl of the best potato soup. My dad gives me a ride and drops me off at the front …

…set of playing great country music. The crowd tonight is amazing and the place is jumping. The whole night the band plays all of the best songs to our dances. Wow! Time flies because it is now 11:00 p.m., and it is time to go home. My friend Lyno gives me a ride home. When I enter the house, I know that next Thursday night will be the best of all my day to come.