I promised my ever faithful reader (hi nwright) that I would document my Friday birthday celebration. She wanted picture documentation, but that stopped real quick after I took the first picture in fancy-ville restuarant and my little samsung flash lit up the entire place and screamed that I am not accustomed to fancy dinners with just the husband. And that my camera takes embarrassingly bad pictures:
I'll start with first things first. Drinks. Let me preface this with I had a rough day. I showed up at my parents' house crying sans makeup, frizzy hair and insisting that neither I nor the kids deserved to have fun because we were all acting crazy. My ever understanding mother said four simple words that changed my night. "Go have a Manhattan." "okay."
Have you ever had a Manhattan????? I thought it was going to be something fruity delicious wonderful because my parents are NOT drinkers. I should've known better when the waiter started asking me how I wanted it and with what type of whisky. Being the obedient child I am, though, I told him to make it on the "sweeter" side (read: straight up rubbing alcohol with a marachino cherry). First sip made my eyes water and remind me of the first time I drank.
Bread: Pretzel rolls with butter (mustard would've gone better, Black and Blue)
Appetizers: Crab and lobster fondue aka cheese cheese cheese with a side of gourmet
Bottle of wine: (should've known even better than the Manhattan)
Dinner: Mr Incredible got the Paella; spicy clams, lobster, crab, scallops, shrimp, on top of saffron rice. But that's not really accurate because I don't really remember. I got short ribs and hangar with bleu cheese mashed potatoes and the biggest awesomest onion rings you could imagine. I didn't even eat half of it because at that point I went to the bathroom to check to see if my dress was literally splitting at the seams I was so full. It was not. This is not a joke.
Two hours (?) later we left, went to the local icecream shop to pick up cake so I could celebrate with the kids and my parents. I was too full to eat it, but I heard it was good.
This might've summed up the night:
he looks underage