Date Night

Kevin and I went out with two of his coworkers and their wives last night. We went to a restaurant in uptown. Here are a few highlights of our evening:

The Crowd
We haven't been to uptown at night. As we approached the restaurant we were suddenly surrounded by hubcap spinners, avocado green Oldsmobiles, grills (not the Weber kind but the teeth kind), weaves, and a colorful array of Jockey and Fruit of the Looms peeking out of beltless blue jeans hovering around the thigh region. We then spotted several posters in front of the Convention Center that said "DV8". I immediately get nervous when people make words using letters and numbers like they do on license plates. I am ashamed to admit that I have almost rear ended someone while trying to figure out what their license plate said.
DV8 was an easy one. Not sure if the crowd and the posters were related or not.
Must be a new country and western band.

Favorite exchange of the evening
We ordered something called Chicken Lollipops as an appetizer. Kevin felt a little silly saying the word "lollipops" but he is secure enough in his manhood to do so. The server brought them out on a small tray with some green herbs (?) around them.
Kevin: I never know if this stuff is decoration or edible.
Doug: It's like Julia Roberts on Pretty Woman when she eats the mint leaf in the ice cream.

Later in the evening, Doug orders dessert. A lovely chocolate peanut butter torte served with whipped cream and a flower.
Doug: This flower is edible.
Us: How do you know?

It's not that we didn't believe Doug. He just isn't the type to know what flowers are/are not edible.

Doug: The server told me it was edible.
Doug eats the flower. The look on his face was classic

The server stops by to check on us.
Doug: You told me this flower was edible.
Server: It is.
Doug: But it was awful.
Server: I didn't say it tasted good.