Dinner & A Movie

We went to our favorite Arabic restaurant on Friday night to celebrate the end of the week. The atmosphere was great, the music was killer, and our waiter was.....Javier. Really? Javier? I don't have a problem with Javier being a waiter, I have a problem with Javier being a waiter at a Lebanese restaurant where 95% of the employees are obviously Arabs and 75% of the patrons are also Arabs. Javier also insisted on calling Mike "man" as in "need another drink, man?" The highlight of the night was the belly dancer who danced in Mike's ear with her little finger bells. In case anyone is interested, she teaches belly dancing on Saturday's and she "doesn't discriminate so guys are welcome as long as they aren't going to be pervs."

We went out again Saturday night. We were greeted by a friendly bartender who had plenty to say. Including wondering why the guy at the other end of the bar with the heavy southern accent was getting so riled up about "just a baseball game". Once we stepped outside for a nice relaxing dinner, we caught wind of a conversation at another table. A lovely woman who looked a little too much like Kathy Griffin was screaming at her husband. "You said 'stupid dog and stupid kids'?! Oh shit!" and then decided to continue chewing him out about this and other things for the next hour+, only stopping for air when the waiter stopped by. Mike said if they weren't married, he would have waited for Kathy to go to the bathroom and he would have screamed at the guy to run while he still can! Where are people's manners? How is it an enjoyable dinner when you yell at someone the entire time? I'm pretty sure that guy works 20 hours a day to avoid being home with Kathy. I know I would.


We also saw Wall Street 2 and we really enjoyed all of the cameo's from all of the players from the original movie. Well done.