Clambering out of the hole

Mundane day of chores and bug battling; by evening it seemed to have abated or at least changed its form of attack, so we went off to fete a friend on her birthday at a bistro which had a jazz group playing. Our party got a bit too chatty, and got shushed by one of the owners; I felt bad, since I don't like it when other people aren't mindful of their noise when there's a group playing. The birthday girl knows the owners, however, and she was loud and happy, and remarked that they wouldn't be upset with her, especially after we paid the bill.