Tuesday,
April 9, 2002

Well, I'm not walking like a Serbian granny today

Which is a good thing, believe me, as we passed up Cheap Sushi Day and sake (for medicinal purposes, you understand) in favor of Greek comestibles at the Greek Isles over in Richardson. Come to think of it, I probably could have asked for retsina or ouzo, seeing as Steve was driving. But I digress.

By the way, yeah, I know -- we work in Irving. What the hell were we doing all the way on the other side of town? It turns out that there was a half-priced book sale going on at one of the little malls lining 75, and DeWayne, Troy and Steve wanted to pick up some programming manuals. I wound up getting Australian quilting magazines (well, come on, what did you expect) while they selected their tomes, and since we were in the area we headed over to the Isles afterwards for lunch.

The Greek Isles is a groovy little restaurant in the little mall west of 75 on Parker. I've been there before with the MfM, and Isis and other Star Dancers appear there, so I took the opportunity to scope out the place from a dancing point of view. I'm still not quite sure where the dancers do their stuff -- they'd have to move tables out of the way or something.

Oh, to be good enough to be asked to join the troupe. That would be so cool. . .