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When in Greece

Saturday night, the birthday celebrations continued because my birthday doesn’t stop until I say it stops! Hubs and I met up with a group of our friends at Taverna Opa, a Greek restaurant in Pointe Orlando. Pointe Orlando is a large outdoor shopping/dining area that is super touristy because it’s really close to Universal Studios, but it has a lot of cool places so we try to forget how annoying the parking garage is and go there once in awhile.

From left: Klainie, Chris, Moi, Lisa, Tom (Lisa’s husband making a rare appearance!), Hubs, Michelle, Susan, Elton)

Opa features belly dancers, (extremely) loud music, and a staff that encourages everyone to dance on the tables and waste all the napkins.


Chris really liked the belly dancers.

So did Michelle.

Michelle also liked other things. I can’t take her anywhere.

When we sat down, I couldn’t hear anything including those sitting next to me. The music was so loud that I wasn’t sure I liked the place. I’m not even sure why the waitress bothered to tell us about the menu because no one heard her. So, we winged it and decided that if we were going to be at an authentic Greek restaurant, we should order authentic Greek food.

The table had some pita triangles with hummus that was insanely garlicky but really good. The entrees were also exceptionally delicious, so I think that helped counter the annoyingly loud music.

Hubs had a steak he declared the best steak he’s ever had (!!) and I had the Mousaka (eggplant, ground beef, potatoes, Greek cheese).

For about a half hour, I thought my dish was named after a character in Lion King. Anyway, we tried each others meals like germs didn’t exist and they were all equally delicious. I’d go back again because the food is that good and it’s reasonably priced, but I would sit outside. It’s too crazy inside for my old ass.

Speaking of crazy, someone took it upon themselves to let the server know it was my birthday. Then this happened.

My signature dance move coming up.

You can’t contain that talent.

After we created America’s Saddest Dance Crew, we left for a more quiet place to hang out so I could enjoy getting old and discovering new wrinkles in peace. I was getting a serious headache in there.

And with that, the birthday celebrations were over. After four days of celebrating, I think I’m gonna need that year to recover until the next one.


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