Going Greek

Last night I stumbled across a Greek festival in San Diego. I heard the music from a distance so instantly was intrigued. Man what fun. I ate Loukomades, Backlava, Spanakopita and of course stuffed grape leaves. All was very yummy because they put honey on everything (which was totally working for me until I got to the part where I was feeling ewwww everything is sticky). The grape leaves were a bit weird I must admit but the sauce they where in was YUM. I poked around the million tables with all sorts of Grecian tolkens. I entered the raffle to win a trip to Greece - ah homeland here I come. But the best of all was the dancing in the circle. I thought to myself -- all I have to do is go round and round and I get to hold that guy's hand -- sign me up. Very fun for sure - especially since some of them actually thought I was Greek. I told them no that lately I have been Mexican but was now seriously considering going Greek. Of course God has the most wicked sense of humor and amidst all the Greek hotties there was a crazy Asian guy that kept popping up everywhere to chat. But hey, he was funny. I am thinking I can work the name Artemis.