"When I'm good, I'm very good. When I'm bad, I'm better." ~~Mae West
Every Friday night K and I have our date night out. It's always dinner and then maybe a bookstore visit or shopping this weeks Big Sale before the crush on Saturday, etc. The funniest thing is, we live in the heart of restaurant country, there are literally 100+ places to eat within a couple of miles of home, yet we have trouble picking one.
Every cuisine you can imagine is somewhere in the vicinity, but somehow we have a hard time picking a place we can both agree on. One thing that is always high on my list but is always poo-pooed by K is barbecue. I love a plain 'ol simple barbecue joint. She says she always comes out smelling like wood smoke.
I have no idea why she thinks that. I tell her it's all in her head, but she's adamant....NO BARBECUE! If I want barbecue I have to go there by myself when she's over visiting her mama or working a little late.
Last night she came home from work and I asked her, "What sounds good for dinner tonight?" I'm expecting a half hour of, "How about Romano's?"
"OK then, how about Anamias?"
"No. Maybe Jasons?"
Instead, the first words out of her mouth were, "How about barbecue?"
OMG....OMG! What has she done? Did she wreck the car? Did she run up a gazillion dollar charge on her credit card buying books on Amazon? (She already has a dozen or more unread ones waiting in line.) I know....she's wanting to drag me to some Star Wars convention?
Then she said, "And Saturday evening the Northampton Saints (my favorite rugby team) are playing [some French team] in a Heineken Cup match and it's gonna be on TV!"
Oh Dear God....this is worse than I thought. WHAT IS SHE UP TO?
So far we've had some great barbecue and I bought a new Car magazine at the bookstore last night. That's it. She hasn't tipped her hand yet.