Today was my grandmother's 85th birthday (and my neice's 6th birthday) and our family celebrated the occassion with an afternoon at one of her favorite Greek restaurants in Petaluma. The first two hours consisted of Greek dancing lessons by this older, semi-grouchy Greek man. He was not impressed with our attempts in learning these dances, but the funny thing is that although he appeared to have normal vision, whenever he spoke to us as a group he did so with his eyes closed. Like perhaps what he was seeing was too much for his eyes to take. It was pretty funny. He also would listen to our feet pound the wooden floor. He was unhappy that we were not in unison and made us repeat it over and over again until finally I shooed the kids away so that we could get out of this drill. It was them that were out of step, I swear. After the lessons the band arrived along with the restuarant regulars. We spent the rest of the afternoon and early evening dancing and eating. Happy Birthday Grandma!
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