Big Boobs, Crispy Calamari

Last week, we sat in a nice little bistro and drank Martini's and Bellini's, nibbling calamari while we watched the well-heeled shoppers drop their cars off at the Valet Entrance to the Mall at Millennia in Orlando. We amused ourselves by counting boob jobs. The obvious rate was 30% but that didn't include questionable breasts, just those bosoms where there was no doubt of surgical enhancement.

To note over 30% of the female population in one place sporting boob jobs is considerable in Florida so we believe there may be a correlation between valet parking and breast augmentation. Perhaps, it's just that bored women who shop and drive expensive cars are all seeking eternal uplift and giant, protruding chests. Maybe the rich husbands of the Millennia shoppers are paying to pump up their wives' bosoms for their own satisfaction. We don't know why we saw so many huge, augmented jiggling chests in one spot but it was fun watching The Lubricator keeping count. Keep the Bellini's coming and I'll count whatever, whenever.

Last night, The Lube came home wagging a bottle of King Fish Shiraz. It was pretty tasty and I quite liked it until I went to their web site today and found that you can also buy it by the box. Whomever invented boxed wine should be drawn and quartered.

Pictures from my Orlando trip are here. View the slideshow for the fastest delivery.