Happy Christmas/Anniversary to us!

[draggonlaady]

So yesterday, Bruce and I lounged about in bed much too late, then got all spruced up and went to town to see Spam-a-lot (his Christmas present to me). On the way out of the house, Bruce gets the brilliant idea to go to the Melting Pot for dinner if we can get reservations; he calls and spins a sob story about it being our anniversary and he's not so good at remembering these things and please please please please? and the guy on the receiving end of the call laughed at him and got us a table reserved, and generally acted like he hears this at least weekly. (meanwhile, I'm trying frantically not to bust up laughing next to him, because if anybody's likely to forget a date, it's me, but Bruce played it quite well--not over the top, just enough desperation. And no, none of you've forgotten our anniversary either. Depending on what you start counting from, it was January, February, or March. But it's not Christmas today either.)

Spam-a-lot was amusing, basically Quest for the Holy Grail set to music, but with plenty of scantily clad dancing girls to amuse Bruce and the other men in the audience who'd been wondering why they were going to a musical.

Then we walked over to the Melting Pot, where everyone was very happy to see us, and wished us Happy Anniversary, and there was an anniversary card on the table signed by all the cooks and the manager and our server. The server rocked, and talked us through all the different (overwhelming variety of) options, and even went so far as to suggest that we split an individual order so we'd have room for chocolate--which never happens, because why would a server try to sell you LESS food? And the food was all quite good. (Except I accidentally ordered a salad that was basically a tomato sliced up with slabs of Mozzarella on it. Great for those who like tomatoes, but I don't.)

Then we skipped into the mall to get me new thigh-highs that don't have that stupid rubber stay-up strap that doesn't actually make them stay up but does make it impossible to keep a garter belt fastened to them. Quite hard to find these things for some reason, and I don't know why because I refuse to believe that anybody actually LIKES the stupid rubber strap.

And came home to find the house flooded. It seems that our washing machine is possessed, or something, and decided that it should just run water all day long and not drain it out of the tub at all, so it's overflowed across the utility room and entire kitchen and is draining out down the heating vent in the kitchen floor.... yay. Thanks, washer. Great Christmas/anniversary present. But I refuse to be upset enough by it to cancel all the good. Despite the washer, it was a lovely, fun day.

Comments

[evil-egg.livejournal.com]

Ah, Spamalot. I've seen it twice. Were you in seat D-1?

[draggonlaady.livejournal.com]

no, we were in the terrace

[sphynx-again.livejournal.com]

Tomatoes topped with slabs of mozzy??? That sounds delicious! And an idea for dinner some night, when I have fresh tomatoes. And cheeze.

Aside from the possessed appliance, sounds like a great night. I've never been to the melting pot myself, but I've heard its great.

[draggonlaady.livejournal.com]

Yeah; it would have been wonderfullicious if I liked tomato...

[brainweevil.livejournal.com]

If you make it, you'll want to add whole basil leaves, extra virgin olive oil (this is one time when it really counts), some coarse salt (kosher{ing} salt is the cheapest of the options), and fresh cracked pepper. I suppose a nice vinaigrette would do, too... as long as it's not too overpowering. The melting pot overdid it a touch on that point.

[chiefseamonkey.livejournal.com]

I rather enjoyed Spamalot. Scantily clad ladies were appreciated, but not required.

[draggonlaady.livejournal.com]

But you're weird :P

This was the first Monty Python he's seen, and he has the occasional "typical male" thing that pops up, such as a lack of use for musicals...