Singers in Blue Jeans

I am sleepy for some reason.

We went out for dinner tonight. We both really wanted Steak. We went to a place just down the street called Brother’s where all the waiters dressed like monks and our table stood in front a full-size wax figure Pope. It was cool, seriously. Minutes after we got there, 70 teenagers walked in — and began to sing. It was one of those surreal experiences I have every once in a while.

Later they lined up across the restaurant and sang “Singing in the Rain” even though it wasn’t raining. It was actually pretty nice outside. They did a good job, though.

We tipped our monk $10 because the steaks were really good.

The end.