When my friend Dorothy sent in a group text that she wanted to go out for her birthday, I couldn’t get out of it. Literally. How do you get out of a group text? The thing was dinging all day, and finally, I gave up and agreed to partake in dinner and drinks in Opelousas. (For those who read my column last week, I know where Opelousas is now.) Let’s meet at the restaurant at 7 p.m. Seven? I…