Valentines dinner
Today I have spent the day off work, convalescing from our Valentines dinner. I took my wife to one of Tenerife’s better known restaurants. Mainly middle aged couples. And, of course, a few older gentlemen, who seemed to be sharing the evening with their buxom young, faketan, blonde nieces. (How nice of them).
I think it all went fine. Things are a bit vague. I remember the third bottle of wine. I remember the Mariachi singers. Yes… it’s starting to come back to me. They were around our table… big moustaches… toothy smiles… variously sized guitars…
Oh no… I’m starting to remember! They were singing that really cheesy song, you know…
Yay-ay ay-yay, ay-yay amore
And then I remember we spontaneously joined in. Both of us… in chorus. With our own, alternative version...
My sister Belinda
Just pissed out the window
All over my brand new sombrero
Yay-ay ay-yay, ay-yay…
My wife and I burst into uproarious laughter. Strangely, nobody else seemed to find it quite as amusing. Eyebrows hit the ceiling and jaws crashed to the floor at all the tables around us.
But at the time it didn’t seem to matter. The two of us were hugging each other, tears of laughter streaming down our cheeks.
Surely this is what Valentine’s Day is all about?
posted by Tenerife Scribbler at
11:36 pm
3 Comments:
That sounde like a cracking V-Day to me.
Even the older gentlemen with their 'nieces' [yeah, uh huh] were shocked? Oh my!
Sounds like you had a lovely time. Nothing like laughter, eh?
Pi, Guyana... thank you both. It was a great time, and today the photographer just emailed the photos. So my wife and I are just reliving it again... mmm.
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