So as I implied in my comments to Lance’s blog regarding how he blew his Valentine’s Day opportunity, the BF and I made our plans together. Last year we went to his favorite sushi restaurant near our house, so this year it was up to me to pick the place. I chose Canal because I had gone there for a networking event for my sorority alum club. I remember getting really excited about the menu but all the ladies only ordered one glass of wine apiece and there were enough of them that I thought it would be awkward to order food. I’d been thinking of the place ever since, so I went ahead and made our reservations. The BF and I set a price limit on Valentine’s Day gifts ($30 apiece) and we were set.
I used part of my $30 to buy the BF’s favorite chocolate croissants from Trader Joe’s, fresh blueberries, strawberries, and blackberries, and cheap champagne. Since Valentine’s Day was a Saturday this year, we got to sleep in a little bit and have hot morning sex before going downstairs and eating berries and drinking champagne while we waited for the croissants to cook.
We spent the day lounging around in our PJ’s, catching up on TV shows, and kicking back a few drinks. He usually feels like the weekends aren’t long enough but he knew he had President’s Day off so he was really relaxed. It was awesome and he even took a little nap before we went out, which I used to watch some of the TV shows he doesn’t like (best gift ever!).
This is where things got kind of funny. When I had drinks here with my sorority sisters, we sat outside on the patio; however, it’s winter now so we were obviously having our Valentine’s Day dinner inside. I had not seen the inside of the place (it’s kind of an interesting layout with the bar and the door to the outside both coming before the hostess table and the entrance to the rest of the restaurant, so unless I’d gone inside to use the restroom which I didn’t, I wouldn’t have seen it).
When we arrive, there is a red carpet going up the stairs to where the outside entrance to the restaurant, along with silent auction items, a live band, and some sort of luxury sports car. Inside, there are big screen tv’s all along one wall and they are playing runway shows on an endless loop. Behind our table in the middle of the restaurant is a runway. Then a man wearing a tuxedo comes around with flyers that have obviously been written by a non-native speaker of English. The flyers describe the charity runway show that will happen for each dinner seating (!) to benefit someone’s terminally ill child.
Halfway through our dinner service, then, a bunch of sullen Scottsdale girls with two-tone hair parade the runway for 30 minutes in expensive dresses. The runway is directly behind me so I look up an in inopportune time and catch a flash of someone’s hee hee because she’s wearing a short dress. It looks like many of these girls have never walked in heels before and they are fighting for space (literally, like actively pushing each other) on the narrow, narrow runway. The other side of the runway is the exact same height as the dinner tables, which are pushed right up against it, and one diva twirls the bottom of her dress right over someone’s salad and almost knocks a wine glass over.
This is not particularly the ambiance we were hoping for when we made these reservations! If you know Old Town Scottsdale, there are a lot of really fancy places which is what we thought this was. Sadly, it was trendy. But the food was decent – I had a specialty mojito with rose petals in it and we had scallops three ways as an appetizer. Then I had the tomato bisque and gourmet grilled cheese and he had a pecan crusted tuna. It was all pretty tasty although I wish my soup “bowl” had been bigger than a shot glass!
Later, At Home
I gave the BF the rest of his presents – a bottle of riesling (his favorite) and assorted chocolate snacks from Trader Joe’s. I got the Top Chef cookbook which has a lot of behind-the-scenes fun facts about the show as well as some recipes that we can actually use (there is a vegetarian section and then I have gotten pretty good at adapting meaty recipes). I was excited! And we had hot sex again before going to bed. All in all, it was a good day.
The Next Day
Although this is unrelated to Valentine’s Day, it will set up what is most likely going to be a common theme in my upcoming posts – namely, we found a totally cute condo about 5 miles from my work (currently I am 25 highway miles from work) and we are moving in mid-March! The BF is not excited at all about moving (which, let’s face it, sucks) but the place is adorable. I will tell you all about it in my next post…
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