silent treatment
So yesterday, Mr.Brat and I offered to take Mr.(dearlydeparted)BFF out to dinner for his birthday. Knowing this wouldn’t be the best of birthdays after have just lost his wife, we wanted to make sure he had something to do on this tough day…(plus DD Bff would have wanted me to do this I think).
I had been a rockstar as of late with my dieting efforts, so I figured this too would be no problem, hell, I can order a soup and salad with the best of them! ..skip that glass of wine with dinner? Sure-no problem, iced tea works just fine, thankyou.
I didn’t really give it much thought when Mr.Brat asked where should we eat tonight? I threw out a couple of suggestions that were quickly shot down and finally decided to turn it over… make it a “guy” thing and let the two of them decide….
Mr.Brat narrowed it down to 3 choices—well known <Steak house>, DD Bff ‘s favorite <Fish House>, and local, trendy <Italian cuccina > and then he let MrDDBFF decide. An hour or so later we were seated in a corner booth at local, trendy <Italian Cuccina>.
Carmella drops off our menus, explains the specials and takes our drink order…this is all going just fine so far, cuz remember? I have a plan…soup and salad….easy.
My mind was totally wrapped around this whole idea when I perused the menu of possible choices for the “next” time I visited…Carmella is back now, swiftly and efficiently jotting down our choices as Mr.Brat and Mr.DDBFF order up. Um…my turn now…
Brat’s mouth: um, yes please…I’ll try the manicotti, side salad with blue cheese dressing and an iced tea.
Brat’s brain: um…WTF?…we had a plan! Remember?
Brat’s mouth: it could have been worse, I could have ordered that wine I wanted followed by a dessert, they have great cannoli here.
<So now my mouth and my brain are no longer speaking>
~sigh~
brat.