TIME FOR DINNER

My favorite restaurant EVER.

Dear husband of mine,
   Please take me out to dinner tonight to my favorite restaurant. I finished off the spaghetti leftovers for lunch and now we have no food, so basically you have no choice unless it's to starve. Plus, I deserve it. Don't ask why, I just do. I want to sit across the candle-lit table from you tonight and hold your hand, drowning out the complaints of our ten year old that she wanted the french toast brunch special instead of a burger. I want be health-conscience and order just the butter lettuce wedge salad with home-made blue cheese dressing, only to tell the waitress I'm still hungry and order the catch of the day. (I hope it's tilapia tonight!) I want to sip on my $8 white sangria and cringe that we shouldn't be spending this much on dinner so I can hear you say "It's ok, honey, get whatever you want", and I ask for the dessert menu. I want to get the apple dumplings al'mode with three spoons and say "You get the icecream, we get the apples". I want the owner, Jake, to come over to our table and ask how everything was and give us $1 off our bill simply because we are frequent customers. I want to kiss you on the way out and say "Thanks for a wonderful dinner, babe. I promise to cook tomorrow night." So grab your coat. It's time for dinner.

Our gang at Capital Club 16