Flattery, conversation, drinking... hmmmm

Current mood: cultured

Ever get a song stuck in your head and it's there all day? Oh glorious me... the song that's stuck in my head - "It's a Small World." Yay. And mind you, it's only 10:30 in the morning, so I have yet another 12 hours of, "it's a world of laughter, a world of tears... it's a world of hopes and a world of fears..." Again - yay.

My dining experience over the weekend:

I've been to Raglan Road in Downtown Disney before, but this particular experience was like no others... and therefore, it warrants a write-up as a new experience.

First, the place was packed and so we stalked a few people at the bar before finally finding a couple of stools together. Then, our friendly neighbors to the left said to me, "We think people don't talk enough and we just wanted to tell you that we think you're beautiful." Very nice, huh? Well, wait for it.

I ordered a margarita. I know - it's an Irish pub - have a beer, right? Show me one I like and next time I will. But at the moment, I had Mexico on the brain.

Next came an appetizer called Dalkey Duo. Odd name. Fab taste. Battered sausages presented on forks that stood via slots on a wooden plate with a great mustard dipping sauce. Greasy little artery-cloggers... amazing.

As my friend Rob (hope you don't mind I name you this time... it's just easier than typing 'my friend' a million times in the write-up) and I were talking, our friendly neighbors to the left (specifically the woman - blonde, blue eyes, not all-together unattractive) jumped into the conversation on occasion. At times, I had a hard enough time hearing what Rob was saying, and yet she heard him quite well - often interrupting conversation to ask a question or throw out a point of her own.

Okay.

For dinner, I ordered what I thought was an Irish Burger... turned out I mistook the word Banger for Burger. I swear, I'd not even finished one margarita when that mistake occurred. So, what came to me after the appetizer was nothing of what I was expecting... and it wasn't that great.

The band started to play and the Irish table-dancer came out every few minutes to perform. I always think this is cool. Apparently, our friendly neighbors to the left also thought it was cool and felt compelled to conversate about the potential to fall off the table, or high-kick one of the people sitting around the table, etc. I laughed with them... still thinking they were just overly friendly folks.

But in particular, the way the woman kept listening to Rob and speaking to him, I began to think perhaps she was into him. With her not knowing our relationship, I thought it took great nerve to more-or-less engage him the way she did with me sitting right there between them. I did notice the silver bands on their hands and so dismissed it.

At one point in the evening, I excused myself to find the Ladies Room. I later found out that while I was away, she asked Rob about our relationship. Wow. Perfect strangers who just happen to be sitting next to each other at a bar... trying to get rather personal. Okay, yeah, so they're still just friendly, right?

And, by the way, I was a little disheartened to learn we were defined as neighbors. I'm also neighbors with a blonde fellow named Swen, but I wouldn't let him sit on my dog.

So, evening goes on. Plates are taken away. Glasses are taken away. Check is about to be paid. And our friendly neighbors now ask us if they can buy us a drink. Interesting. Outside of men with an obvious intent, I've never had someone randomly ask to buy me a drink. Especially not a lady. It was... strange. At that point, I had to reevaluate their friendliness.

Flattery, conversation, drinking... hmmmm

After saying our limit had been reached, we declined. Moments later, the lady left the bar to find the Ladies Room and my friend and I left. Oh, excuse me... I mean, my neighbor and I left. (just pickin' - don't take offense)

So... what was the deal with the couple in the bar? Rob's thought (and I think I tend to agree)... swingers.

That was a first. So, while the restaurant was not new... the encounter certainly was and I felt warranted a review. There ya go.

"...there's so much that we share that it's time we're aware, it's a small world afterall... it's a small world afterall..."

Dang it!