Love Songs By Warren and Stella

Race and I went to The Bistro last night for Valentines Day. We actually had not planned on doing anything special-(Just being able to relax at home is special these days ;-) )- but thanks to the help of friends and family, the kids all ended up with things to do, which left us with an unexpected free evening. After going out to the mall and shopping around a bit, we headed to The Bistro to eat dinner. This place is known for it’s exquisite food, and last night was no exception. Fabulous meal. HOWEVER, in honor of Valentines Day, someone mistakenly hired the duo known as “Warren and Stella”. And there on the board was written : “Valentines Day Dinner For Two Featuring ‘Love Songs with Warren & Stella’” Did I mention that the food was REALLY good? Warren was weighing in at about 280 lbs., sporting a flat top hat and his handy acoustic guitar. Stella was a 50-something, unmarried songstress Diva. Singing is her life. She thought that she was stunning in her short, cobalt blue, sequined dress with the clear bra straps reflecting from her shoulders. Oh, Stella. How she did sing, how she did dance. How she did suck back the glasses of wine to keep her vocal chords lubricated. How she did forget the words to so many songs. It was great. I actually do love this sort of thing. Cruel and sick sense of humor I guess, but is there anything funnier than folks who take themselves entirely too seriously?? The high point of the entertainment came when she screeched out the words to “Lookin’ For Love”, because Race and I immediately thought of the old Eddie Murphy skit on SNL called “Buckwheat Sings the Classics” or something like that. Buckwheat sings “Wookin’ Pa Nub”. We looked at each other and lost it. It’s times like that , that I know I am married to the right man.
Savannah had her dance class last night, and I was able to talk to the lady at the “Theatreworks” studio about letting Savannah take a class there. We are excited about this, and think it might be just the thing to develop her talents, and give her more confidence. Th said that she called Mr. Lee on the carpet last night about forgetting to ask about the assignment that he gave out last week: Choose, and BE and animal from South America. She had chosen a Lemur. I have no idea how she will BE a lemur, but she does. Mr. Lee didn’t even know what a Lemur was, so (being prepared for just such an error), she dug through her dance bag, and produced her toy lemur for illustration! So, he announced to everyone that he had forgotten, and that he would ask them for it next week. Thanks Th, for picking her up at dance class.
The boys were invited to go and watch a local college basketball game by our Pastor’s son, Cody. They went over to the church late in the afternoon, and played basketball in the gym for a while with him, and then our Pastor, his wife, and all the boys went to get pizza, and to the game. They didn’t get back until 10:00 pm, and they were exhausted. This would all be good, except for the fact that when Jack gets REALLY tired, he will say anything to stay awake. Also, I had forgotten to leave my standard disclaimer when leaving that youngest one anywhere without my supervision: “The views and claims expressed by this child are not necessarily those of his parents, and we do not wish to be held responsible for anything that comes out of his mouth.” Frankly, I don’t think the pastor would buy it, I think that he holds us responsible, But I can assure you, that there is NO telling what this kid said in their company. Did I mention that this is our PASTOR?
Have a great Day!
Chow,
Melissa