East City Grill - Tuesday Night

2000

We tried to touch base with Lisa or the others to see if we are going to the Florida Romance Writer's Conference. (No - we aren't.)
Troy met us at the bar in the restaurant - the "East City Grill" - looking smashing in his dress blue shirt, dress black slacks with his hair pulled back - the last outfit we had filmed - and I left the new battery in my room so I couldn't get a photo! Damn! (He does clean up well.)
This is the only night we can dine together since Troy works at the bar the other nights of the week. This is a very elegant restaurant. We are outside behind a plastic windbreak so we can see the waves - we actually see some due to the wind.
We (Ronand I) had become bored with the one across from the hotel. Good service one night - bad service the next. Food was good though and it was easy since we had been recovering from the trip in. I had tried shirmp stuffed with crab one night (very good) and Mahi-Mahi with crab the second. Tonight we dine well.
We started with a cocktail (I had Merlot wine) and they ordered Calamari for an appetizer.
Since I was being "Shirley Valentine" today, I had to try the Calamari - rubbery but interesting. This was the tentacles - sliced deep-fried Os. OK. Not great. Let's not put it on my favorite list. I liked the Calamari steak yesterday. I was Shirley Valentine yesterday too.
We have more wine - let Troy order - he knows this stuff.
(He looks sooo good!)
And we order sparkling water (to dilute the wine).
I try (and all three of us had) seared tuna - it's raw in the center - a variation of sushi. Devine!
Ron and Troy are trying to scan the room and fix me up. Ron is married; Troy only likes young blond things.
I warn the waiter - 2-glass limit for this kid else I dance on the table. This amuses Troy. Ron decides I probably should be kept from doing that.
The salad arrived with raspberry vinaigrette - complete with raspberries. Nice touch! Beats Red Lobster. (It should - it is expensive.)
The "boys" discuss Australian wine - I have been told to look for some. (The doctor wants me drinking two glasses of red wine a day. Nice doctor.) They also discuss port wine (I like port).
For desert, we order one piece of Hawaiian Chocolate cake. Better than an orgasm!
Oh my!
Ron and I each get half (the waiter is very good - brings it out divided on two plates).
I get Troy to at least taste mine - he doesn't eat sweets because he drinks a lot of wine - far more than two glasses a day - and gets his sugar that way. I forced a spoonful on him anyway. Else I wouldn't fit my nbew bathing suit.
Ron nods to a table of women who are leaving - they have spent the entire time staring at Troy. (Typical reaction where ever he goes.)
He is checking out blondes. As usual.
Ron and I are cracking up at the whole process.
I don't remember how, but we came to discuss whips (possibly something about cracking the whip) and I mentioned my leather outfit with the whip from the vampire ball. (Which Troy does not remember too well having had a LOT to drink right after the Mr. Romance contest - he had started before coming downstairs to the party! He has seen the incriminating photos however!)
The waiter was nearby.
Embarrasses Troy. (Very little does.)
Oh right!
Serves him right for scanning for blondes while at dinner with me!
Serves him right for giving me two glasses of wine at dinner!
Anyway, Pepper says someone is coming along for me. Someone I already know but haven't noticed is looking my way.
Can't be either of these two!
I call my son when back in the room - he is mad at Troy - he knows I get "snockered" on one sip so he feels Troy should not have let me have two glasses of wine. He also feels he should be along on the trip to protect me.
From myself.
Nope.
This week I am Shirley Valentine. With water as deep as forever. Sipping wine while watching the beach.
When I'm not watching Troy.