Anyways, usually my friends and I drink a shot or two of ouzo, which tastes like black licorice which I hate, but somehow the thought of having ouzo is just worth it. After all, it's the once-a-year Greek Festival, how can I say no??
Opa!
Greek beer
In addition to the ouzo, there's usually Greek beer and wine to be drunk, and the meeting of random men.
The man in the middle was actually with his wife, but they still bought us wine and dessert
And who can forget about the live entertainment aka my time to scope out the hot Greek men? Apparently last year at the end of the night, M got onto the stage and danced. But I have no recollection of that (perhaps I might have had too much ouzo) but this year, I am determined to document this and possibly join her on stage.
They are so flexible...and hot...and Greek...and did I mention hot?
And it never fails that there is baklava, spanakopita, and gyros to be eaten. Not to mention, in our drunken states, we always are tempted to buy one of these:
Not sure if I'd ever really wear this but it's so appealing when you've been drinking.
What are you all up to this weekend? Doing anything fun?
No comments:
Post a Comment