Pooteewheet went out to dinner with a friend this evening, so I was hoping to take Eryn out to do something fun. I thought that as we still needed to eat dinner, it might be fun to go watch belly dancing at the Mediterranean Cruise Cafe. Then I realized it's Sunday, not Saturday. So there's no belly dancing. Dang it. But while checking the days and times at their website, I did notice they have six or seven pages of pictures of patrons watching the belly dancers.
Including the picture above, which disturbs me. Is that guy just back of front, the one observing the amateur belly dancer, really that mesmerized by her belly? He looks absolutely spellbound. 
I don't think I'd look like that if I found a naked woman lounging in my cubical. Well, maybe. But only for about 2 seconds before I sprinted to HR to tell them I had nothing to do with it. It reminds me of the scene in Lair of the White Worm where Amanda Donohoe is shimmying around without much in the way of clothing, trying to mesmerize someone with her sultry snake dance (I can't remember if she's after the boy scout, the policeman or Hugh Grant). Not because Amanda's dancing like a belly dancer, but because the look on the victim's face was supposed to be much like the belly dancing observer in the Med picture. Of course, maybe he just wants to steal her dollar.
I don't think I'd look like that if I found a naked woman lounging in my cubical. Well, maybe. But only for about 2 seconds before I sprinted to HR to tell them I had nothing to do with it. It reminds me of the scene in Lair of the White Worm where Amanda Donohoe is shimmying around without much in the way of clothing, trying to mesmerize someone with her sultry snake dance (I can't remember if she's after the boy scout, the policeman or Hugh Grant). Not because Amanda's dancing like a belly dancer, but because the look on the victim's face was supposed to be much like the belly dancing observer in the Med picture. Of course, maybe he just wants to steal her dollar.
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