Friday night Ted and I had dinner at Earl’s in downtown Denver, before we took in 3 Mo’ Divas at the Stage Theater, in celebration of our 32nd anniversary.
Earl’s is a popular place with good food and plenty of atmosphere. Noisy, but noise seems to be one of the requirements of a successful restaurant, don’t ask me why. At Earl’s, I noticed, all the servers were women, and most of them were wearing the same uniform: a swingy little black dress with spaghetti straps and no small amount of visible cleavage. They were all in the vicinity of 21, all very beautiful, all tottering around in strappy sandals with spiked heels, looking like high school girls primping in the bathroom at the homecoming dance.
The vibe of the place was not what I’m used to, but then, I’m not used to eating in trendy downtown restaurants. We were demographically segregated, seated in the back of the second floor where it was quieter. I was grateful for this consideration. On the other hand as I looked around, we were definitely in the geezer zone.
Our server was not only pretty, she was very nice. I got the feeling that when she smiled at us and complimented us on our menu selections, we were supposed to be pleased with ourselves. Proud that we’d scored a smile and a cheer from such a lovely person.
No doubt this blessing of loveliness is an important part of Earl’s business plan. Earl knows the precise dollar value of the loveliness he offers, the thin line between loveliness and sleaze. Earl’s was way on the side of wholesome, despite the abundance of skin showing. No piercings, no tattoos, no frizz in the hair, no sneer, no smoking, no pissed-off looks. Keep it lovely, girls.
It creeped us out. Both of us.
It reminds me of a story I’ll have to tell you tomorrow, about the summer I spent as a bat girl for a local baseball team.
Oh that is too funny! I can’t wait for the continuation… just like House MD last night…. creepy.
Well, I’m pretty sure it’s my goal and not yours, but I think that your being creeped out by a lovely got-it-all-together server is progress toward experiencing nausea with the shiny ones. Definite progress. It won’t be long now.
Kerry
My dear friend Kerry,
I’m worried that you pick up too much suffering from my writing. My angst is all in one corner of my little heart. Most of the time I’m cool with it all. I feel it’s important to say some things that are tucked way down in my heart, so that those who can relate, perhaps in a way that leaves them more imprisoned, can be free. Please don’t worry for me. I promise if I feel overwhelmed by my introspective journey, I’ll call you for some therapy. Bless you for caring so much.
Wow! Bless you back! What are friends for, right? I *was* starting to worry about you quite a lot and was feeling like a crummy friend for not saying what was on my mind. Nothing on my mind made any sense, but I did feel like it was time for me to say it.
Thanks for letting me know. You really are a dear friend.
Kerry
How was 3 Mo Divas?? It’s coming to Montgomery in the fall.
Devan,
3 Mo Divas was good when it could have been great. Seriously girl, you have more sass than these ladies displayed. They were just a little tentative. It’s a great repertoire, and they’re very talented, but they were too shy. They should have had us out of our seats dancing in the aisles. Instead they impressed us as big, beautiful, and very talented.