Went to watch belly dancers and eat Middle Eastern food with some of the girls the other night.
Strike One: Belly dancer twisted ankle. No belly. No dancing.
Strike Two: Sangria was decent (Sangria is Middle Eastern?) but they had only one Miller Lite in whole restaurant. WTF.
Strike Three: No French fries. Food in form of long turd.
You’re out.
Strike Four Bonus: Cackling and head shaking abound as I had never heard of the stores Sephora or Brighton (JB, is that the way it is spelled?)
They: (admiring “handbags” Kimmy Kat gave them) Ohhhhh, SEPHORA bags!!!!!!!
Me: (blank stare) What’s Sephora? (blink blink)
They: (gaping mouths and quizzical glance) It is a high end makeup shop.
Me: Do they sell Wet and Wild 99 cent lip stick?
A ruse was in the works to me to get me to Oakbrook on a “pub crawl” only to kidnap me and make me “walk the stores and shops.” Listen ladies, it ain’t happenin. I am totally up for a pub crawl, however.
Highlight:
The 23 year old waiter fresh from Iran, the country formerly known as Persia, (yes, just like Prince) with faux hawk was kind of a cutie. I almost asked if he wanted to see my Weapons of Mass Destruction.
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