Next year we’re just ordering pizza and renting a movie for our anniversary

I don’t know why Lee and I even attempt to go out anymore. Bad things always happen when we do.

Last night we went out to celebrate our anniversary. The plan was to get some food and then go to a movie.

We went to Ruby Tuesday for dinner. Only to walk out twenty minutes later.

This was only the second time we’ve ever been to Ruby Tuesday. Our first experience was very good so we decided to go back for more. But now I’m not so sure we’ll ever go back.

It was 7:30 at night so the restaurant was pretty full, but not that busy. [Here in farm country we tend to eat supper earlier in the evening.] We were seated within minutes of walking through the door.

We sat down with our menus trying to decide what to eat. At the table next to us the server was chit chatting with the patrons who apparently were friends of hers. They chatted for at least five to ten minutes and then the server took off to who knows where. I assume she was our server, but I’m not really sure because we never actually met our server.

We were seated right next to the server stand where they put in orders and print tickets. So servers walked past us continually. But not one of them stopped to even take our drink order.

After a while I was getting pissed. I looked at Lee and loudly said, “We’ve been here a helluva long time and they haven’t even taken our drink order yet. How long have we been here?”

Lee checked his cell phone and said it had been about 10 minutes. We never saw the server from the table next to us again. And nobody even looked at us sideways as we sat there with our menus closed, laying on the table in front of us.

Finally I had enough. We’d been there close to 20 minutes at that point. I got up and walked out. Lee stopped to tell the teeny bopper hostess that we never got served. She apologized profusely and said she’d get our server [whose name is apparently Ashley] immediately. However she didn’t offer to have a manager come speak to us. But to be fair, we never asked. I was just ready to go.

So then we headed over to Red Robin. At Red Robin we were seated immediately. Our server came over to take our drink order within minutes of our seating. A few minutes later she brought us our drinks and took our meal order. Not even 10 minutes later we were eating. Lee looked at me and said, “Heck, we might be done with our meal here in the amount of time it took us to wait for a server at Ruby Tuesday.”

After dinner we went to a movie. I wanted to see Love in the Time of Cholera [a love story], but I knew it wasn’t really Lee’s cup of tea. Lee wanted to see 30 Days of Night [a horror flick], which I had no interest in. So we settled on P2 [a thriller]. P2 is about a woman who gets trapped in a parking garage by a psychotic parking attendant. Now that I type that I realize I really should have known it was a stupid premise for a movie. It’s a parking garage for crying out loud. How much thrill can there be in a parking garage? Not much, according to this movie. The movie sucked! That’s 1 hour and 38 minutes of my life just totally wasted. That’s $40 I could have spent on a new pair of jeans. The popcorn wasn’t even that good.

But at least I got to spend time with my husband. [Let the oohs and aahs begin.]

When we got home all of the kids were in bed. Even Keaton and Justis. I know. We were just as shocked as you are. So I made the rounds and gave hugs and kisses to my sleeping children [in the dark] and then went to bed.

This morning we woke up to see a huge cut on Caleb’s face. Apparently the kids had a pillow fight last night. Caleb was holding a piece of wood [a shelf we removed from our entertainment stand] and when Justis hit Caleb with the pillow, the wood smacked Caleb right between the eyes.

I’m telling you, it really is just safer [and cheaper] for us to stay home.

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