Last Thursday I had my once a year massive craving for steak. I mean, it was all I could think about, and I was starving. I also knew that if I didn’t get it, I would be mad disappointed. You know that feeling when you’re fully aware that there will be an irrational response to not getting your way, no matter how ridiculous and trivial the issue may be? Well, that was me and steak. Gimme.
And now I’m going to tangent – this post reminds of all of those people who scoff at blogging and twitter. People who say, “It’s all ‘I’m going here,’ ‘I’m going there,’ ‘I ate this’, ‘I ate that.’ No one gives a shit!” And here I am talking about dinner. Well, maybe a picture will make it better:
It’s amazing how a nice table with a good view, and some quality, well cooked food can do wonders to a date night. Especially when our impromptu date nights usually involve an Olive Garden and one of those vibrating pagers while we wait for a table.
And when we sat down I spied something extra awesome. A couple, hangin’ out, havin’ some dinner… chillin’… after their … wedding?
(Thank you, Kamel, for the stealth photography. And to the bride, I apologize for the mid-chew photo.)
There was a couple sitting directly off my right, fresh from their nuptials, gnashing on some dinner and a fab view. Talk about magical. Dinner for two, no pomp, a bottle of champagne, and a quiet corner all to themselves. I couldn’t stop shooting them glances like a huge nerd. I wanted to send them drinks, flowers, I wanted to rain confetti down over them, I wanted to whisper congratulations. But I didn’t. I had Kamel take sneaky photographs instead. Did they elope? Did they have a big day-time wedding and then sneak off after the reception to dine alone, not bothering to change out of the finery? I’ll never know. But, way to keep the party going! And thank you for allowing the rest of us to crash your party for two, and a feel a spark of the wedding magic. Date night for the win.