I know it's been a while, and frankly I don't care.
Yesterday was Valentines day, and the end of one horrific work week. Holidays that center around dining wreak havoc on the restaurant business, ergo this girl was workin' for the week end. But let it be known that of all the holidays that we celebrate eating out or cooking for those that do, this one is my favorite. People are just nicer. Obviously this isn't universal, but if you're going out to dinner on February 14th chances are you love the person you're going with. Or at least like them enough for one evening to buy them some food and booze.
Fast forward to the end of the night, one drink at Finnegans where Barret introduced me to his fiancee and the LT. was in the house. I at a burger because I couldn't stand the constant empty feeling in the old stomach. One drink, and out of there, time for bed. Somewhere on the ride home I lost all patience and hope. I was tired and grouchy. Wonderful combination, really. Open the door walk into the bedroom to pass out, but no no, Mike needs me in the living room. The music starts and I think ok, one dance. It's a thing we do. But it isn't a dance, it's a glass of wine and it's next to a rose, a candle, a card and two very special presents. I start to cry. I love how cheesy it is. I love how he thought it out. I love that it was a secret. I love him so much every day, but come on this is perfect. I wanted it so bad, and there Mike was being just the absolutely best boy friend on the planet. Hands down. He gave me a map of America with spots for each state quarter and the family guy game of life. There's a large population of people who say, "oh, we celebrate every day, it's a hallmark holiday" I say- eat it, dudes. Nothing is better than playing the game of life with the one person that makes you happiest.
