Tossing Keys, Spilling Water, and Being Cute

Tonight Miss Julia and I met Becky and Mason up in Thomasville for dinner.  Becky has been craving hibachi and we ventured to Moto at the behest of her hairdresser.  We entered the restaurant an the dinner crowd was light.  No one else was sitting in the hibachi area.

This was a blessing as Miss Julia was at the top of her game.  She played with my chop sticks, dropped them on the ground, smeared ginger dressing onto my pants, threw my keys under the chairs, and spilled half of my drink on me.

Meanwhile, she entertained our waitress and cook by batting her eyes, waving and giving them her patented “hey!” By the time dinner was over we were all full and I looked like a homeless man who had wet himself.