TheIronSheik
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This past Saturday my GF and I decided to have a date night out. It had been a while since we've had an all out date night just because of us being so busy. We've been doing a lot of family things, but didn't really have a "just the two of us" type of date.
So about a year ago, we went to this local place and I made reservations for a Saturday night. When we got there, the place was huge. And empty. When I told them I had a reservation, they kind of chuckled a little. It had been an ongoing joke between us since. So this time, I decided to go back there, but I didn't bother getting a reservation. And of course, when we get there, the place is packed with a bunch of holiday parties. We walk in and the lady asks me if I have a reservation. I say no. She chuckles a little and says, "This time of year, you should really call for a reservation on a Saturday. The wait is probably going to be about 2 hours."
As we walk out, we can't help but laugh. Not wanting to eat a a chain, and not wanting to spend a fortune, we decide on a place down the street. I've heard good things about it, but it's definitely a restaurant that caters to people 110 years old and up. We walk in and the place is nice. Looks like something out of the 50's. As we walk to our seat, we pass a harp. I'm divided on whether this could be good or bad. We get seated at a table and we both just look at each other and start laughing.
A blue haired lady, with an outfit on that looks like something out of Frank Sinatra clip joint, comes over to take our order. My GF orders a wine and I go with a whiskey. The septuagenarian asks if I'd like a double and I say sure. She leaves us and all I can do is apologize for how unromantic the night has been so far. Luckily, we both have the same luck when it comes to things like this, so we're both used to it.
I then notice a lady dressed in something that looks like a peacock outfit walking towards the harp. I point her out to my GF and we both give each other a look as if to say, "This is going to be good", sarcastically. The peacock plucks some strings, and the restaurant is filled with music. But it is not romantic. No. Instead it sounds sad. Very sad. So sad, in fact, it reminds me of something. Something very familiar, but I can't quite put my finger on it. That's when my GF turns to me and says, "Isn't this the song that used to play during the credits of The Incredible Hulk?" And it was. We both are fighting back tears from laughing so hard. Nothing screams "romantic dinner" like a harp playing off Dr. David Banner.
When our drinks finally came, my GF got her glass of wine and I got a mug of whiskey. I asked why it came in a mug, and the blue haired waitress looked at me like I was an idiot and said, "You asked for a double, didn't you?" Hard to argue with that. Or any other crazy statement, really.
The meal wasn't bad, but there was a table behind us filled with 2 older couples who apparently left their hearing aids at home. When they would talk, I wasn't sure if they were talking to each other, or their grand kids in Arizona with a megaphone.
During the ride home, we both laughed about the place, although we said we'd probably go back because it definitely made us feel young.
When we got home, we walked up the walkway to our front door and stopped to look at the Christmas lights on our house. We both felt so blessed for what we had. I gave her a kiss, then tipped my head towards the house, and gave her the eyes that said, "Let's go upstairs." She smiled back and we unlocked the door to our house. and went inside.
Apparently the dog got into the garbage, ate something she shouldn't have, and puked and crapped all over the house. A perfect ending to a perfect date night.
So about a year ago, we went to this local place and I made reservations for a Saturday night. When we got there, the place was huge. And empty. When I told them I had a reservation, they kind of chuckled a little. It had been an ongoing joke between us since. So this time, I decided to go back there, but I didn't bother getting a reservation. And of course, when we get there, the place is packed with a bunch of holiday parties. We walk in and the lady asks me if I have a reservation. I say no. She chuckles a little and says, "This time of year, you should really call for a reservation on a Saturday. The wait is probably going to be about 2 hours."
As we walk out, we can't help but laugh. Not wanting to eat a a chain, and not wanting to spend a fortune, we decide on a place down the street. I've heard good things about it, but it's definitely a restaurant that caters to people 110 years old and up. We walk in and the place is nice. Looks like something out of the 50's. As we walk to our seat, we pass a harp. I'm divided on whether this could be good or bad. We get seated at a table and we both just look at each other and start laughing.
A blue haired lady, with an outfit on that looks like something out of Frank Sinatra clip joint, comes over to take our order. My GF orders a wine and I go with a whiskey. The septuagenarian asks if I'd like a double and I say sure. She leaves us and all I can do is apologize for how unromantic the night has been so far. Luckily, we both have the same luck when it comes to things like this, so we're both used to it.
I then notice a lady dressed in something that looks like a peacock outfit walking towards the harp. I point her out to my GF and we both give each other a look as if to say, "This is going to be good", sarcastically. The peacock plucks some strings, and the restaurant is filled with music. But it is not romantic. No. Instead it sounds sad. Very sad. So sad, in fact, it reminds me of something. Something very familiar, but I can't quite put my finger on it. That's when my GF turns to me and says, "Isn't this the song that used to play during the credits of The Incredible Hulk?" And it was. We both are fighting back tears from laughing so hard. Nothing screams "romantic dinner" like a harp playing off Dr. David Banner.
When our drinks finally came, my GF got her glass of wine and I got a mug of whiskey. I asked why it came in a mug, and the blue haired waitress looked at me like I was an idiot and said, "You asked for a double, didn't you?" Hard to argue with that. Or any other crazy statement, really.
The meal wasn't bad, but there was a table behind us filled with 2 older couples who apparently left their hearing aids at home. When they would talk, I wasn't sure if they were talking to each other, or their grand kids in Arizona with a megaphone.
During the ride home, we both laughed about the place, although we said we'd probably go back because it definitely made us feel young.
When we got home, we walked up the walkway to our front door and stopped to look at the Christmas lights on our house. We both felt so blessed for what we had. I gave her a kiss, then tipped my head towards the house, and gave her the eyes that said, "Let's go upstairs." She smiled back and we unlocked the door to our house. and went inside.
Apparently the dog got into the garbage, ate something she shouldn't have, and puked and crapped all over the house. A perfect ending to a perfect date night.
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