this weekend cal went out to the farm for an overnight, so tucker and i were left to our own devices. we decided to go try a new place mandola's, and go see the "da vinci code". we thought, hey, italian restaurant, and italian movie - it's an italian night! of course, we forgot that the da vinci code takes place in paris and england, and doesn't venture into italy at all - duh. anyways, we're at the restaurant, and it's one of those places where you wait in line and order your food, then sit down. there were several people in line in front of us, and the man directly in front of us was middle-aged, pushing a stroller. we were checking out the menu, and they didn't dumb it down, so everything was in italian, which was nice. i leaned over to tucker and said whispered, "mebbe we-a talka like-a dis-a all night-a". and he responded, a little louder, "talka likea dis-a all night-a?". the man in front of slowly turns his head to look at us out of the corner of his eye. tucker and look at each other and shrug. a woman walks up to the man in front of us and they proceed to converse in italian. we look at each other, me with a horrified expression, and tucker says, "well, i guess it could have been worse."