So in house we have 3 birthdays this week. Tuesday was my niece and she wanted to grill out so I smoked some burgers, wife baked a cake, and everything was great.
Mine was yesterday, and being that I don’t care much about birthdays I asked my MIL what she wanted for her Bday and it’s some Italian dish I make. No problem, so for my birthday I wanted something different to not have the same stuff over and over.
Chose Lou Lou as it has options for quite a bit of variety including cheeseburgers and pizza since I’m hauling 8 kids around.
My wife makes us 45 minutes late which cancelled the reservation, and she just couldn’t understand this at all. I mean in her defense, why would anyone cancel a reservation 45 minutes after said party was supposed to be there?!?
This caused the ever so famous, “so what do you want to eat now” convo that I do good to avoid. Not on my birthday though!
The car(s) decide on comeback inn, sure fine whatever, nevermind I’m making pasta tomorrow! Be cool Krazy, like the Fonz!
We get there, must have mask to enter. No issue I put mine on, and one of my kids put theirs on...........NO ONE ELSE brought one. Didn’t even consider it. So us two go in grab the table and sit, the rest of the group wait until employees are busy and no longer guarding the door to bum rush the restaurant.
After making it to their seats, we are promptly met with, “listen if your up for any reason, bathroom, switching seats etc, you better have masks!”.
Sounds good. In my mind I’m thinking our food is F’d and we look like Bullitt County out this mother.
Anyway, we go on being us. Little kids flirting with women, kids arguing over what sucks, getting judged for having a wife looking like she is in her twenties and hasn’t had a kid yet here we are with 8. Whatever, we used to this! Our 2 year steals the show from every table as he gives every lady in the place the smile and watches them melt...........
Apps come out, Pizza comes out, dinner comes out. Then some attractive lady from the last table in the place besides us, a group of 3 different couples comes over and starts chatting it up with my wife. Starts off with the “ok we’re taking bets here.........” and we don’t even bother explaining as we just go with it explaining ages etc, we been married 15 years blah blah blah!
Then this chick starts offering to buy my wife drinks, desert, whatever. I’m kind of confused at the moment because of course we already have old fashioneds, but is she hitting on my wife that appearance wise has popped out 8 kids? WTF. Then she gets kind of handsy which I’m really just ignoring because it is my birthday and she is attractive but never would I tell my wife this!
Conversation ends, and as she walks away let’s my wife know she will buy desert. Um ok, sure, however my wife takes birthday cake very serious so I know better than to even think about eating any.
Their table gets up, tells us buy and to save room for desert as the lady winks at my wife. Cool, thanks, buh-bye!!!!
6 pieces of f’ing cake roll out. I’ve awkwardly avoided the “so you getting hit on, on birthday was, um, interesting” statement, but trust tonight when I’m cooking more pasta and irritated something will pop out.
Can’t wait!
Dog house again, for yet another UK football game. Damn the luck!