I think I might deserve the Best Evening award, all thanks to Pedro.
Work was mediocre. I slept in too late and didn't realize -- and when I did realize how late I was, I already had one leg shaved and you just don't leave something like that unfinished. Especially not if you wanted to wear skinny jeans. Then my car was out of gas. Then my department chair wanted me to present something I felt underqualified for. All in all, pretty normal.
Zupas with my favourite Emily lightened (and shocked) things up a bit. She told me a horrible (true) story about how I use too many parentheses to make side comments (ok, she didn't tell me, but I do).
Then I went home. Walked the dog. Went to the library. Got Well of Ascension and I am very excited to read it. As you can doubtless tell. Without my parenthetical commentary, this is a very boring blog, neh?
BUT THEN my darling husband came home.
And suggested a date.
And took me to Barnes & Noble.
And made me buy things.
(To be fair, I resisted very little. This is partly because I've learned I can't resist a determined Peter and partly because hello, it's buying books! With someone telling me it's ok!)
He bought 2 boring programming books. He might like them. But I doubt it.
But my books! Oh, my books! A list, you say? Why, alright. If you insist.
Dracula.
Frankenstein. (Say it all German. One more time. Mmmmmhmm!)
My Antonia. Willa! *dramatic sigh*
Uncle Tom's Cabin.
Heart of Darkness & Other Stories by my favorite Joseph Conrad
And and and and
The Awakening & Other Stories by KATE CHOPIN!
Need I tell you that my Grinch heart grew three times?
No, I thought not.
THEN, as if the books weren't enough, Peter took me to the Asian Star. They're a valet-parking Chinese restaurant, yo, with twinkle lights and bamboo partitions and cushy seats and fish tanks and too many conjunctions!
We got egg rolls.
Sushi. (With eel!) (Even Peter's salmon was good!)
Honey Nectar Pork.
Walnut Shrimp (omggggggggg)
Steamed rice in that adorable little bowl with the spoon slot.
And their fortune cookie quoted the Bible to me.
Delight!
So now we're home, Peter is programming (I think... He might be playing a game. Who could blame him? Those books are like 7 lbs each!) and as soon as I'm done with this post, I'm going to do nothing but lie on the couch with my dog, read, and occasionally remind Peter what a good husband he is. By poking him. With my toe.
That's true love for ya, folks.
