An Interesting Weekend Part II (Abreviated)/Current Events In The Lives of Jethro and Zelda

Last Sunday, we took Gwennie and Emma to see Dora's Pirate Adventure. So stupid, I can't even believe it. They loved it, though, and I was kept somewhat entertained by Boots the Monkey's camel toe. Well, that's what happens when you put a grown man into a skin-tight monkey suit and make him dance and squat and sing. Jethro was looking at Dora's boobs. And that's what happens when you visit a strip club the night before.

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Jethro took me out for Greek food on Valentine's Day. I have to say it was a step up from the lobster tails. The restaurant is incredible. The decor isn't anything special, but the food will make you weep it's so good. I had sea bass with shrimp and boulliabase and Jethro had a lamb shank.

The owner of the restaurant looks like Hugh Hefner. He's cute. Brighton would adore him. Part of their schtick is belly-dancers. They get these girls to come in and belly-dance while this amazing mandolin player plays. Come to think of it, Brighton and Travis must come with us to this place. They would love it. Once the mandolin player gets going good, everyone gets up and dances. Group mediterranean dancing is not to be missed if you ever get the chance to participate. It is so cool.

I noticed a table of two Greek couples. The ladies were older and not particularly attractive. Not ugly, just ordinary older women. When one of the belly dancers swung by, one of the ladies watched, smiling for a few minutes. She put a dollar in her skirt and patted her on the fanny as she danced away. It wasn't a lewd gesture or anything, it was like a friendly aunt giving you a pat on the tush. I came to the conclusion that that is how I would like to be when I'm old. This lady seemed so content that she didn't waste a second jealously shooing the girl away from her table. She wasn't botoxed or liposucked or made-up like used-up whore. She just looked pleasant and was completely at ease without feeling like she had to look good enough shake her ageing behind right along with the younger gal. That is how I want to be. Granted not for a few years yet, but I don't want to get botox and liposuction, and dress inappropriately. I want to age gracefully and confidently and not fight it.

I suppose it was an odd goal to set on Valentine's Day, but I felt better when I left that restaurant than I have in months. It's kind of difficult to explain.