Went to the Greek Festival this last Friday.
SO. MUCH. FUN.
It was brilliant. Andrew and I got there around 4:30, and got the dinner plate, which is basically a sampler platter. LOVED the spanokopita (although I keep wanting to call it "spank-a-pita", much like my sister and I refer to Spokane, Washington as "Spank-a-pony'; Don't ask, my family is strange) and the Greek meatballs and the honeyballs. We crashed a table of people in order to sit and enjoy the food and wine (WAY TOO MUCH) and the whole night we kept meeting all these random groups of people who would come join us. Janet joined us, and then later Marcelo and his Brazillian date (ow ow), and then I ran into all kinds of Polish mafia friends. What can I say, the multi-cultural (halfies) like to do the festival/dancing/drinking/eating thing. And it is definitely festival month! (Read: the only month where the weather is bearable in this state.)
But really, we met some really interesting people, namely a pair (I don't think they were a couple) where the guy was a food critic, and the girl likes to throw parties that live in the area. Of course, you mention food critic to Andrew and he pretty much explodes with joy immediately as the conversation got very involved in restaurants and food and menus and certain chefs, and so forth. That is the point of the conversation where I politely excuse myself with Janet, and join people doing Greek dances on the stage (ok, so we're a few bottles in by then).
I like to think I was just a LITTLE bit Greek on Friday.