They had some hula hoops on the ground that you were invited to play with. Still, all eyes on me.
It's a winery that, judging by the clientele, attracts a younger audience, especially attractive women wearing really nice clothes. Still, all eyes on me.
And, at some point, with a little wine, those attractive women wearing really nice clothes pick up the hula hoops and, well, get it going on.
All eyes not on me.
I get it. It's okay. I don't blame you. Especially you, Grandpa and Grampa. Just tone down the creepy comments. I've got virgin ears.