|Hot???? I think not!|
Sunday, January 8, 2012
Hot in South Florida; You gotta love it here!
When my kids left after the holidays, Lewis and I went to a local restaurant we like named Taboo and sat at the bar for dinner. When we first arrived, the bar was hopping and we took the only two seats available on the corner. There was an older gentleman sitting next to Lewis, dressed impeccably, wearing a pink cashmere sweater and his silver hair perfectly styled, but well on his way to inebriation. Next to me, there was a young guy who must have made a wrong turn somewhere to have ended up at this particular bar.
We watched the football game on the T.V. and bantered with the bar tenders and our fellow diners. We learned that there were a few other Patriots fans in the group and we speculated about our prospects for the play-offs, and complained about our defense. We were having a really good time.
The older guy next to Lewis continued to drink one scotch after another until he was actually “stinking drunk”. He started to lean across Lewis’ plate to get my attention. “YOU ARE SO HOT!” he slurred. Again and again, he thrust himself in front of Lewis to tell me how “Hot” I am.
Lewis was getting pretty irritated by the guy invading his space and the bartenders were embarrassed and didn’t know what to do about this inappropriate behavior but I could only laugh.
I turned to the young guy sitting next to me and said, “In any other bar in the country, I would be a geezer. It is only in Southern Florida that I am HOT”.