Everyday I leave work and see this in the parking lot. It's nice. After about a week of seeing this everyday it occurred to me to take a picture of it, since it'll just be a bunch of sticks soon and I'll be wishing I had not been so lazy to take the camera out of my purse on the way to the car.
Here's another shot for good measure.
You know what this kind of scene makes me want to do? Drink. But in a nice way. Like a take the hubby out for cocktails and a multi-course Greek meal way. And since I'm not in the business of denying my own whims, we went to dinner.
Oh and if it wasn't just exactly what I had in mind.
Some feta and olives...
And don't worry, there were drinks. And then some crunchy Greek-style coffee that confirmed for me why Italians are the better known coffee folks. And then a waddling/shuffling movement as we detached ourselves from the table. And then some evil stares from the hag sitting next to us who was clearly not having as much fun as we were. And then some inappropriate groping on the sidewalk after hubby walked me to my car (we met at the restaurant after work).
You know, now that I think about it, it is possible that we looked like two adulterers having a lewd dinner out unbeknownst to our spouses. Perhaps that is why Hagitha was giving us the not so nice looks throughout our dinner. We just could not have looked like a married couple out for dinner. No, no. We were enjoying ourselves a bit too much for that.
This seems to be an annoying recurring theme lately. That "people who think that as soon as you get married the fun is over" theme. It was certainly the theme at Hagitha's table. I overheard her husbeast ranting about some ridiculous business principle for the majority of their meal while she sat quietly and pickled herself with the house Cabernet. While at our table we were pickling ourselves with gin and whiskey and discussing, at length, where ever should we take our bodies skiing this winter.
Whoever instated that No Fun is to be Had After Marriage is retarded. Granted, we've only been hitched for two years, but if I'm drinking house Cabernet at the age of 50 and giving dirty looks to the drunk ski-lusting couple at the opposite table, feel free to cart me off to the far pasture and put me down.
Cheers!
That meal looks divine! And yes, I couldn't agree more. Down to the people who think fun ends after marriage. I want to have MORE fun after I get married. Doode, attitude is everything.
ReplyDeleteYou go girl! enjoy your husband! that ole bitty was just jealous. My husband and i have been married 5 yrs and we are way more honeymoonish now!
ReplyDeleteWOOOHOOO
stacy
ps. yummy food pics - love greek food.
I'll drink to that! Here's to fun married couples. And inappropriate groping. But not to Greek coffee. no no no it's sludge in a cup with sugar thrown in. Illy baby all the way.
ReplyDeleteHey Bombshell! I'm back! And see, we were even culinarily linked the whole time, as I myself was ouzo-ing it up in Patmos (where I continally thought of places we will take you and the MTB when, not if, you come with us one year). OPA!
ReplyDeleteHear, hear girlie! You go with your marital bliss! Some people can be really yucky. Ignore 'em!
ReplyDeleteKelli-So far, more fun is to be had after marriage! That I can attest to. And great dates like this one are just the beginning...
ReplyDeleteTexas - See! I knew there were other people like us out there! Phew! That old hag must have been jealous of our infantile convo and hilarious jokes. Cuz, you know, we're funny.
Avery - You speak the truth my friend. Greek coffee is nasty. I'd have rather had more feta and olives. Yum and then some.
Shelley - We were thinking of you while we indulged in the Greek-ness. One day I WILL travel with you guys to Patmos. I can't wait! Also on my list for *next* time: Parma. Have you been?
Regina - Yes, yucky is a nice way of saying that she was an old jealous bag. But your way sounds nicer. Not that it stopped us...