But I'm still eating.. And now I'm dancing. Hold hands. Circle. Kick left. Kick right. Alright I can sit cross legged for a short time. Nope, accept the pom poms from the Turkish man and do as he does. Fire myself up with a few laps, poms spinning, or more like flailing. What now? We're wooing the annoying dancing tourist. Quick set of push ups. Now she's veiled and squeezing our biceps. Thumbs down? To me? Cmon lady! Guess she chose the Turkish prince. But the young Turkish girls chose me, and we're free dancing to Turkish music.. What happened to my dinner? Ah, who cares - pass the wine.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
Wow that's a wonderfull blog having all details & helpful. Turkish Delight Toronto
ReplyDelete