So, Friday was our anniversary. Yup, I’ve been Mrs. GSeven for five years. Five years ago, right now, I was in sunny Orlando, FL on a honeymoon.
To celebrate, G picked me up from work for diner and a movie. I wore a black dress that I bought for vacation, and only wore once, and I think I look pretty damn hot in. When I tried it on, even my eleven-year-old nephew told me it looked good and I should buy it. Anyhow, that with a hot necklace and bracelet purchased in France and some make-up, and I looked pretty darn good for our date. On my way out of work at least four people stopped me to ask where I was off to and to tell me how nice I looked. Felt pretty darn good. I even decided that it was a good time to bust out the new brocade purse I’d been saving.
G arrived all spiffed up. He had on an irridescenty blue/purple shirt and a sparkly violet tie and his nice dress coat. (no Columbia jacket…it was indeed a special occasion)
We had a reservation at Maggiano’s at Southdale. We started off with calamari, and ordered a bottle of Reisling. While we waited for our food, he gave me an adorable car…it had an orange marmalade kitty on the front, does this guy know me or what??? He had linguine with pesto and chicken and pine nuts, and I had gnocchi (which I’d been craving since my last day in Rome). We finished off with Tiramisu. When I was giving options on cutting the tiramisu, talking with my hands as I am wont to do…
…I knocked over my half-full glass of wine. Right onto my brand-new-still-open-from-digging-out-my-id-for-the-waiter purse. I sopped it up, and laughed. Really, what else could I do? At least it was white wine…and my purse now smells like it’s been on a binge.
After our fantabluous dinner, we went to the Southdale AMC to catch The Last Kiss. Now that little trailer seems like it would be a good flick. And we love Zach Braff. Even though I read a bad review of it, I really thought it might still be a good flick. Well, I was wrong. So very wrong. I actually wanted to walk out at least twice. Yes, walk out of a movie I paid to see. I would review it myself, but I just found a review that sums it up so much better than I ever could.
Here it is.
At least I got to nuzz with my sweetie while I watched it. It also made me appreciate him for not being one fo the people in the movie…so I guess there’s something.
After that, I was so tired, I fell asleep in the car on the way home.
It was a very nice date…I love you, G.