at least it didn't rain this weekend...
Apr. 20th, 2009 09:18 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
turbogrrlThe city is grey and damp, and Nick's bones are creaky. He blames me, I told him it was just because he's getting old.
Since it was his birthday this weekend, I made the reservations for dinner, and made sure to request our favorite waitress. As it happened, we ended up going to Dino for a drink Friday night as well, since we had 30 minutes to kill before a movie. There was no room at the bar, so they stuck us at a booth with B. (This is crucial, since B knew in advance that it was Nick's birthday.)
Saturday night we walked in a little late, but they were just clearing and setting the table for us anyway. So we sit down, me with my back to the window and Nick with his back to the room, and B swoops in behind Nick and hands him a bouquet of flowers. He sits there rather stunned while both of us start laughing.
"Happy Birthday!" she crooned in her throaty voice, and then kissed him on the cheek.
Nick looked a little helplessly at the flowers, and then eventually handed them to me to put on the window ledge. The older couple next to us kept looking back and forth between us, trying to figure out what was going on. (Our waitress kissed him! Why?)
And then two glasses of bubbly appeared, as well.
Eventually, the older couple was replaced by a slightly younger couple. These two were absorbed in their own world, which ... well, it started off a with a bottle of wine but quickly devolved into a careful and biting assessment of everything that was wrong with the other. They'd told B they were in no hurry, and so the entire time their menus lay stiffly unconsulted on their laps. I kept making gestures at her, rolling my eyes over to them. "They said, they let me know." "No, really, they desperately need to be interrupted." She shrugged, a philosophically slavic shrug if I've ever seen one.
Nick and I eventually lost ourselves to our meal, but it was difficult to tune them out; I tried plugging my ear for a while.
Our plates whisked away, B brought us the dessert menu, and checked in with the bickering duo. No, not ready yet. The man looked up from his menu and over at us. "Oh, I hope," he said "you've not heard all of our conversation." I smiled faintly. "Oh," I said, "not all."
"Oh, dear." The lady leaned in. "I'm so sorry. We're just trying to decide if we actually want to spend the rest of our lives together or not." She looked over at her companion. "Hard to say at the moment."
We ended up chatting together for the next 30 minutes or so, but eventually Nick's $30 scotch was empty and it was time for us to venture out.
The lady leaned in again. "You know, you two really made our evening. It was heading to be an utter disaster." The man chimed in, "yeah, we were on track to argue all evening!"
Glad to help!
We spent a couple more hours with good friends, and eventually fell, exhausted, into bed at 0230. I think it was a pretty good weekend. And the bouquet is blooming happily on the counter.
Since it was his birthday this weekend, I made the reservations for dinner, and made sure to request our favorite waitress. As it happened, we ended up going to Dino for a drink Friday night as well, since we had 30 minutes to kill before a movie. There was no room at the bar, so they stuck us at a booth with B. (This is crucial, since B knew in advance that it was Nick's birthday.)
Saturday night we walked in a little late, but they were just clearing and setting the table for us anyway. So we sit down, me with my back to the window and Nick with his back to the room, and B swoops in behind Nick and hands him a bouquet of flowers. He sits there rather stunned while both of us start laughing.
"Happy Birthday!" she crooned in her throaty voice, and then kissed him on the cheek.
Nick looked a little helplessly at the flowers, and then eventually handed them to me to put on the window ledge. The older couple next to us kept looking back and forth between us, trying to figure out what was going on. (Our waitress kissed him! Why?)
And then two glasses of bubbly appeared, as well.
Eventually, the older couple was replaced by a slightly younger couple. These two were absorbed in their own world, which ... well, it started off a with a bottle of wine but quickly devolved into a careful and biting assessment of everything that was wrong with the other. They'd told B they were in no hurry, and so the entire time their menus lay stiffly unconsulted on their laps. I kept making gestures at her, rolling my eyes over to them. "They said, they let me know." "No, really, they desperately need to be interrupted." She shrugged, a philosophically slavic shrug if I've ever seen one.
Nick and I eventually lost ourselves to our meal, but it was difficult to tune them out; I tried plugging my ear for a while.
Our plates whisked away, B brought us the dessert menu, and checked in with the bickering duo. No, not ready yet. The man looked up from his menu and over at us. "Oh, I hope," he said "you've not heard all of our conversation." I smiled faintly. "Oh," I said, "not all."
"Oh, dear." The lady leaned in. "I'm so sorry. We're just trying to decide if we actually want to spend the rest of our lives together or not." She looked over at her companion. "Hard to say at the moment."
We ended up chatting together for the next 30 minutes or so, but eventually Nick's $30 scotch was empty and it was time for us to venture out.
The lady leaned in again. "You know, you two really made our evening. It was heading to be an utter disaster." The man chimed in, "yeah, we were on track to argue all evening!"
Glad to help!
We spent a couple more hours with good friends, and eventually fell, exhausted, into bed at 0230. I think it was a pretty good weekend. And the bouquet is blooming happily on the counter.
