Monday, February 15, 2010

A Valentine's Day tradition.

A couple of years ago, I went out on a date with my friend, Nick Mandella, for Valentine's Day. We got a bottle of wine and a couple of appetizers and pretended we were on a first date.

A waiter would come to the table and we'd be sitting in silence. Nick would say, "Do you want to get a bottle of red wine?" and I'd say, "Uh, yeah, whatever." Then look over my shoulder, or check my phone. Nick would just continue to ask me questions and I'd give half-answers and look disinterested. You could feel the tension and you could tell the waiter absolutely hated us.

Last night, we did the same thing. Except, instead of pretending we were on a first date - it was like we were an old married couple who went out for Valentine's Day because they had to. And instead of getting a bottle of wine, I had a million vodka gimlets. A million.

But at least I straightened my hair (and used my new tiny bangs straightener that my awesome roommate got me!) and wore a blazer and a pair of heels for my gay husband.

1 comment:

Nick said...

I am literally incapable of being sexy...


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