I need to preface this by saying that I deserve a lot of good husband points, though, because I made reservations TWO weeks in advance to Jessie's favorite Indian restaurant The Oven. AND I arranged for a baby-sitter to come over after Natalie went to bed. It's not very often that we get a Natalie-free date, but I wanted this to be special for Jessie.
At around 6:30, Jessie went into the bathroom to get ready, and she came out looking HOT. She had on my favorite purple dress and the necklace I got her for Christmas and the black tights that I love and her hair looked perfect and she was wearing my favorite perfume. My jaw literally hit the floor, she looked so hot.
I looked pretty good, too, in my red shirt and Valentie.
|This is a pretty close approximation of how we looked.|
We got to the hostess' desk, and I confidently said, "Reservation for Poulsen at 7:15." They responded that it would be a few minutes. We turned around, looking for a place to sit and wait, when a man approached us and said, "Yeah, we have reservations too. Except ours are for 6:30."
We came to find out that all of the loser husband suckers without reservations actually did have reservations, and their reservations were before our reservations. Turns out I was the sucker. Needless to say, I was very angry. What's the point of a restaurant taking reservations if they overbook and allow people in who didn't have reservations in the first place? I am still fuming as I write this a week later.
As we walked back to our car, Jessie looked at me in anguish and said, "We're Valendoomed!"
After a few minutes of trying to come up with some way of redeeming our Valendefeat, we decided that the only places that we wouldn't have to wait for hours would be either fast food places or a pizza place. We decided on Papa John's. Now, don't get me wrong, I love Papa John's, but Papa John's on Valentine's day Valenstinks. (It was actually really good pizza, but I was determined to be angry at The Oven for completely ruining my night.)
When we got back to our apartment, we found out that Natalie never went to bed for the babysitter, so we brought her out to watch the movie and have pizza with us and the babysitter. It was fun and delicious, but not really my idea of a romantic Valentine's Day...
Don't support The Oven. They will ruin your Valentine's Day.