On Friday, August 1st Kevin & I celebrated 10 years of marriage. Well, we reached that milestone; the celebration came later. On Friday, I had to work late on a report for a client. I cooked dinner when I got home: steaks, mashed potatoes & broccoli. It wasn't very good and it's my own fault. I'd started cooking before I realized we were out of butter. Should I have sent Kevin to the store for some? OF COURSE! Did I? Of course not. I just used sour cream in the potatoes & some pesto compound butter that I had in my freezer. Those two dishes were just awful. The steaks, even though they were NY Strips were too fat & gristle laden to be enjoyed. That I won't take the blame for.
It was reminiscent of our first anniversary. I'd gotten a new pot from Williams-Sonoma and got it into my brain that I simply MUST prepare our first anniversary dinner in that. So, I find a chicken recipe that I've never tried before and give it my best shot. I can tell it isn't going to work out, the chicken has no color and likely no flavor, everything looks like rubber. Each thing I try to repair this dinner only makes it worse. I plate it up anyway and we both eat a few bites. Politely, Kevin waits for me to complain about dinner first. He's relieved to hear that I don't like it either. We skipped straight to our wedding cake that was actually stil great a full year later. Kevin had two pieces! We ended up going back to the grocery store for a frozen pizza & eating that in the floor in front of the TV later. It was a great day.
We actually celebrated our anniversary on Saturday, August 2nd. Lewis Black (Kevin's FAVE) was in town for one night, so we bought tickets. The sitter came over at 5 pm and we were out the door by 5:10pm. We had 6pm reservations at
Kincaid's in Norfolk. That meant driving through the Hampton Roads Bridge Tunnel and sitting in that back up, parking in the garage & walking down to the restaurant. We made it to the hostess station with about 60 seconds to spare and were seated immediately. Dinner was fabulous. I told them when I made the reservations that we were celebrating our 10th anniversary and asked if that time was early enough to get us to the show. Of course, Chrysler Hall is only a block away, so there was no problem there. Apparently, they made notations on our reservation about both events. Our waitress mentioned them and the manager dropped by with good wishes. I ordered a house salad with vinagrette dressing, asiago crusted mahi-mahi (with a sauce I cna't remember) served on mashed potatoes with some steamed veggies. Kevin ordered French onion soup, a filet mignon served over mashed potatoes with onion straws on the top and the tiniest little silver gravy boat on the side. Mine was good, but Kevin's melted in your mouth. The potaoes were the lightest, fluffiest, creamist I've ever tasted in my life. Our dessert, burnt cream. I've always called it creme brulee but it was most excellent. We were given our dessert for free which I realize compared to the cost of the meal isn't much, but we appreciated the gesture. On, I forgot to mention that I drank a bottle of Chateau St. Michelle Reisling and Kevin had two most excellent margaritas on the rocks.
We left dinner & walked down the block to see Lewis Black. It wasn't too terribly hot so we just took our time, held hands & talked. The show was fabulous except for this young couple behind us that were incredibly drunk. They laughed when the rest of the crowd didn't, yelled "WOOOO!" everytime he said something they really agreed with and kept a running "exchange" with Lewis on certain comments.... as if 1) he could hear them and 2) as if he would have cared anyway. Anytime someone asked them to be quiet or keep it down, he responded with Fuck you, bitches!" Classy, huh?
Eventually an usher came and spoke to them. It didn't stop him, but it did slow them down a bit. Ugh.... either way, we didn't let it ruin our show. It was a great show, even though I did like the "Red, White & Screwed" show better than this one. Last night's show had much, much less political commentary in it. The opening comedian was a total riot & half of his act was semi-improv. He'd ask people on the front couple of rows their names & occupations... then joke or talk about it for a few minutes. It was really funny stuff.
I got a lot of "I love you"s mixed in with a few what he loved or why throughout the evening. He made sure I knew he thought I was sexy which only makes a girl
feel sexier. He thanked me for planning such a great evening for us. It was really a wonderful evening. When we got home later, paid the sitter & got her out of the house, things got better, but that's not really for your ears & eyes.
