This year for valentine's day I decided I was going to drag out our little blue table and cover the livingroom in candles and order out food and get all pretty before brandon got home from his last class.
I think we both have some sort of flu that is dragging out because we've both been feeling really yucky (but not yucky enough to stop doing what life demands) achey and nauseous (is this sounding like b is pregnant? ha ha just kidding) and tired, so B stayed home from work and his first class and worked on a paper instead.
WHen he went to his afternoon classes I was still in what I came home from water aerobics in, sweats and a tshirt with messy hair. I was determined to get this surprise underway and done before he came home so I called texas roadhouse to order our food a few hours early.
When I went to call them, I was put on hold for a half an hour! Holy smokes, so I got in the car, on hold, and drove down to the restaurant to see what was going on and it was a zoo-disaster! By the time my call was answered, I was at the front of the takeout order line and I had to ask the waitress if it was better for me to order on the phone or to just tell her my order which was hastily scribbled on a piece of scrap paper.
She assured me it would be done in 15 minutes, but I gave her 45. I waited until B's class was over and pushed all the thoughts of me looking like a freaking (albeit pregnant) babe with curls and my valentine's dress picking him casually up from class with hot smoking ribs in the back seat and a romantic setting at home. Yeah, that didn't happen, I was foodless, curl-less, and cranky as I pulled up and picked up B. Still in my sweats.
We went back over to texas roadhouse at 520 to pick up our food because it should be ready right?
Wrong.
The man hadn't even PUT IN MY ORDER YET. He stood there, frazzled, with a pile of papers scrawled with orders apologizing to every person, trying to ask how people's days were going. I could hear the tremor in this man's voice- So, I backed off because I didn't want the poor guy to have a nervous breakdown and began to wait again.
3o minutes later, I approached this guy to see if I could pay for my meal before it was ready, and to check on how it was going. THE MAN HAD STILL NOT PUT IN MY ORDER.
It got to the point where I'd been waiting in texas roadhouse for my food for an hour and a half- and I'd been trying to order my food since 4pm.
Finally, basically in tears, I went up to the guy and said, I know you're busy, I know this is crazy- but I've been here for an hour and a half and I've watched people come and be seated, and pick up their food before me, and I'm furious.
Okay, I didn't say I'm furious but I was and I wanted to.
I'm not good at bullying people, or making sure they know that I'm alive.
I hate it. I would do almost anything to avoid it I don't like being an inconvenience to someone else.
Brandon comes into texas roadhouse with a completely puzzled face.
I get our food, which is missing a bunch of stuff, (BUT THE RIBS, ARE THERE praise the lord) and I'm regretting the tip I left them, and I'm heading out.
Brandon is in a TERRIBLE terrible TERRIBLE mood. He's hungry, I'm beyond hungry, and we're both just angry.
Finally on the way home he looks over at me and starts to laugh because he realizes how much we both hate valentine's day. "Why do we do this to ourselves?" "we are rational, adult human beings, yet year after year we go out and try to beat the crap out of each other to make our spouses feel special."
I told him I was sorry I wasnt in curls and a dress, and then we laughed some more because even though dinner was the LEAST romantic thing we could do, we parked it in the livingroom and ate ribs like savages, and watched the office and laughed with our teeth full of food.
In my sweats and in his jeans.
We decided that next year, we are celebrating valentine's day on the 15th.
Everything is cheaper,
people are nicer,
single people are done grieving,
and restaurants are dead. er.
Instead every year on the 14th we will celebrate all things NON valentiney. We will stay home, and eat cereal and throw popcorn at each other.
I'm serious.
So celebrate with us! We love you, just don't crowd the food places on the fifteenth.
Happy fifteenth of february!
February 15, 2011
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AMEN! We did hardly anything, because we wanted to avoid catastrophe in little Rexburg restaurants. (Although I WAS presented with a yo-yo and a song by Donny Osmond before school.) I like this idea, though!
We decided our Valentines Tradition is to stay home, make cheese fondue and watch Princess Bride in our pj's. No waiting to eat, no trying to find a babysitter, no big romantic expectations that fall to pieces :)It was spectacular!
ditto to basically everything you just said. see on the 15th!
This is why we got married on the 15th...half price treats, half price flowers, uncrowded restaurants. Although most years we just hang out with a sick kid and have take-out or whatever I invented that night. It works. :)
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