As I was digging through old blog/journal entries (archived offline) last night, I realized that we celebrated last year’s half year anniversary the same way we celebrated yesterday – with a dinner at Red Lobster. We hadn’t planned to go there this year, but after the avocados we had wanted to use for guacamole were not yet ripe, we gave up on the idea of making tacos, and decided to go out instead. Since I had a $40 gift card (courtesy of my Discovercard cashback award) burning a hole in my pocket, Red Lobster was the obvious choice.
It should be noted that I tend to pick one or two dishes I like and never try anything new. And now I see why – I threw caution to the wind last night and ordered their Sam Adams Beer Battered Fish and Chips. Let me just say that their idea of chips, which were actually thin soggy french fries, is pathetic. The same goes for their so-called tartar sauce, which I still maintain is really coleslaw. I realize this sounds pretentious and all, but no one does fish and chips like the British. When I was in England oh so many years ago, I had real fish and chips and nothing has measured up since.
But our “anniversary” was good. Low-key and relaxed, but good. And we got some ok news from his lawyer today, so I think this weekend will be a nice one. We’re (or more like I’m) debating whether we should brave the madness and go to the Taste of Chicago. I haven’t gone in several years, because I hate crowds, but after watching a tv special about how you can sample a lot of good food for under $20, I’m quite tempted. Might screw up my whole losing weight thing, though, so I’m not sure. Not that I think I care anymore.
Can you believe Joe is asleep on the couch right now? What a lazy butt! I think I’ll go wake him up. Heehee.