I have been rather swamped at work lately. As a result, I’ve been rather tired when I get home. No, exhausted. Exhausted to the point where I can barely think coherently enough to do the laundry, never mind intelligently enough write a blog post. Things at home are not being done quite as they should, as you can imagine. But this is all pretty much par for the course for any teacher at the beginning of the school year, and it is improving every day, so soon everything will be just fine, I’m sure.
I did manage to pull myself together in order to celebrate PG’s birthday on the weekend. Maybe not in grand style, but we did celebrate. We went out for a romantic dinner for two on Saturday night.
Of course, PG couldn’t decide where he wanted to go. And, he noted, we’d just spent a whole whack of money on wonderful dinners in Vegas (among other things we spent money on there, of course!), so should we really have yet another expensive dinner? I would have shouted, “Yes! Of course!”, but it wasn’t MY birthday. So we ended up at a neighbourhood steak house.
Now, this was on Saturday night, and our local football team, the BC Lions. were playing a televised game. This, of course, meant that PG kept turning around to watch the big screen TV over in the lounge section of the restaurant. Not exactly a situation to induce scintillating conversion. He even asked our server what the score was at one point, because he couldn’t quite make out the numbers on the screen. Lovely.
Then the two guys sitting in the booth behind us started acting up. I don’t know how long they had been there probably drinking, but they were really loud, and one of them was really foul-mouthed. I don’t know about you, but hearing the f-word yelled in every sentence doesn’t whet my appetite. Fortunately, they left partway through our meal, so peace and quiet once again reigned. Except when something happened in the football game.
After our yummy steaks (for that price, they’d BETTER be yummy!), PG decided that it was his birthday, so he was going to have dessert. Actually, he almost ALWAYS has dessert. He doesn’t have a lick of fat on him, so he can do that sort of thing. Also, he’s a guy. They very much tend towards desserts, guys do. Me, I had a special coffee. So did PG. So technically, he had two desserts.
Anyway, he ordered a fruit crumble-like thingy that came with ice cream. Before bringing the actual dessert, the server brought additional napkins and two spoons, thinking that we’d likely share the dessert (which we did, but don’t tell anyone!).
They were soup spoons. The biggest, roundest soup spoons that I have ever seen. I knew right away that I wouldn’t be able to fit it into my mouth comfortably. PG was going to have some trouble, too. Both of us were puzzled. Why soup spoons?
I thought that maybe the dessert would be very liquidy. PG thought that maybe our server was an idiot. He wanted to call her back and demand proper dessert spoons – teaspoons. I said that with that attitude, he’d better not!
And when the fruit crumble-like thingy arrived, we realized that PG was right.
(But it was still delicious, regardless of the type of spoon we had.)