Can somebody tell me why a man can be 80, single, never married, and still called a bachelor, while a single woman could be considered a spinster by the age of 25? Well, bitter, synical, and jaded, I have pondered this question. And, I believe the answer lies in the fact that, even though Viagra may cause blindness (according to recent news reports), there is absolutely no impetus to take the drug off the market (heaven forbid), just maybe add more small print to the labels (maybe--but that may not prove cost effective, so probably not). So, does this mean there will be a substantial number of oversexed blind men populating the world in the near future? I geuss Mother was right--playing with that WILL make you go blind.
I suppose that is enough social commentary for one blog, or, at least for today. I'm visiting my brother and his fiance in Virginia this week. I swung by BWI, the airport from hell, and picked up my younger brother to surprise the big one for his birthday on Wednesday. We ate at Joe's Crab Shack, where the food is good and the atmosphere is downright frightening. Having never endured such a place before, since places like Applebee's and Chili's don't hold a candle to the cheese Joe has going on, it was an interesting experience. The wait staff wear t-shirts with sayings on them like "Got Crabs?" and "Bite Me!". There's a floor show every hour where the underpaid and even less enthusiastic, but nicely dressed, wait staff dance to an upbeat tune. After their first rousing rendition of "Car Wash," they announced a little later their next number was going to be "Stayin' Alive." And then they danced to "Car Wash" again. It was the worst version of "Stayin' Alive" I've ever seen. But, the food was good, and the company was even better. And, our lackluster waitress did attempt to embarrass Erik (the birthday butthead) by making him wear a sombrero and dance with marakas while the atonal waitstaff hollared their version of "Happy Birthday." It was a memorable moment. And, the chocolate cake was really good.
