Yesterday was our first Valentine's Day together as a married couple. Chris was deployed for the past two Valentine's Day. In fact, this is our first winter/spring spent together as husband and wife, and we're loving it. Valentine's Day is not normally a day I really hold in high regard. But being that it was our first together and our last as just the two of us, I was excited about it.
But I didn't mention anything to Chris about doing anything to celebrate. I had a feeling he had something up his sleeve and just let him do his thing. My guy knows that I love surprises.
The first surprise of the evening was a gorgeous pot of orchids. I'm probably going to kill them, but for now, they make me smile. No roses for this girl, please.
5pm. We set off in the car together, just happy to be together and excited for a dinner out on the town. I was looking pretty cute (I tweeted a picture of my outfit here) and he, as always was dashing.
5:45pm After horrendous traffic, Chris told me where we were going because he needed help navigating the horrendous traffic.
6:05pm We arrived at one of our favorite Eurasian tapas restaurants, Horoshi's. I was excited for the bacon wrapped shrimp and hoped they would let us open the bottle of sparkling cider we'd brought in lieu of their extensive wine list.
I was also just about DYING because I was so hungry and almost demanded (er, requested) some bread for the pregnant lady before we even sat down.
6:10pm We sat down and were greeted with a single sheet of pale pink paper. The menu for the night. Ugh, a fixed menu. Not only that, but none of our favorites were on it and most of the stuff I was not about to eat. AND it cost almost $70 a person. I looked at Chris and said "We can't eat here. Not tonight".
6:15pm He nodded his head and we stood up and walked out.
6:30pm Then we drove around for another 20 minutes trying to decide where to eat. We knew every restaurant would be booked though and most had a fixed menu anyway.
6:31pm I'm absolutely ravenous now. But we're kind of cracking up at how silly this night is turning out to be.
6:49pm We drive back towards our favorite bbq/southern restaurant that is *not* the sort of place you dress up for. I felt completely silly walking up to the guy in Mardi Gras beads to put in our name.
7:00pm Chris pulls the car around and tells me he can't find a parking spot. Let's go.
7:03pm Plan C. Burger King!
We scarfed down our Burger King at the kitchen table in pj's and then watched some tv curled up on the couch.
And you know what? It was pretty much the best Valentine's night ever. Though I'm sure it will be a LONG time before Chris tries to plan a surprise date again...