Steven called yesterday afternoon to see if my plans for the evening could be seeing Jesus Christ Superstar at the Orpheum with him. There was no hesitation.
We planned to have dinner downtown beforehand, so we parked and meandered around awhile looking for somewhere that made reservations for us on a Friday night at 6:30. I decided to push for Solera, because who doesn't love lots of tiny portions of Spanish food?
"Hey what about Solera? It's right next to the theater."
"What is it?"
"A tapas bar."
"Really?"
"Yeah, it's amazing."
"No shit."
"Yeah, I've been there a few times. Probably we can sit in the bar without a reservation."
"Wow, I mean, it looks nice from out here...I wouldn't expect a place like that to be a topless bar."
"Tapas. T-A-P-A-S."
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You would not believe how many times I have had that same conversation.
i love how comfortable steven was at the thought of a topless bra w/ his little sister...and jesus christ superstar :)
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