sooooome roMANtic evening...
thursday night i hurried home to get ready for my date with my bud oh romance--fattie mah-hay-a-bub herself. i had nothing to wear. i began the frustrating female ritual of trying things on, trudging into the bathroom only to look disparaging at my self in the mirror and slump back into the bedroom to try something else. twice i changed back into my regular casual clothes. i even phoned fatima to say i was going to wear my regular clothes. she suggested the graduation pant. of course the graduation pant! they're my only dressy pant! she suggested my new cute silky little shirt. of course this had been tested with the graduation pant a number of times during the ritual, but it didn't work. i took off my jeans and tried one more time. eventually i got myself presentable and took off to pick up my date at nanaimo station.
i had never driven to nanaimo station before. apparently at that spot nanaimo street is quite big and busy. not expecting this, i ended up turning left onto it from a small side road. there were some scary moments but i just hit the gas and pealed onto the road like a mad woman. a little bit un-needed since there weren't currently any cars coming towards me, but it made me feel better after the shock at coming up to a wide busy four laned road. shortly after this show of needless power i picked out the indian princess herself on the side walk. i screeched to a halt and my pal-oh-pals jumped in. we took off for our dining out vancouver restaurant of choice. first we were blocked by many a closed road that kept sending us east when west was our goal but by some luck we made it onto 33rd without even knowing it. this whole paragraph is neither needful, nor interesting but i'm leaving it in, so tough luck.
our restaurant of choice was seasons in the park, at queen elizabeth park. we chose it out of a huge draining line-up of restaurants that all began to sound the same at one in the morning, which was naturally when we decided to research them. but you'll find we made a good choice.
i knew that there was valet parking at the restaurant and we decided to go for the 'whole experience'. but when i pulled into the parking lot there were a lot of spots and the lot was not very big at all, so it wasn't like there was a long walk from our parking spot to the doors. as i pulled into a spot the red jacketed, rounded and soft looking valet came up to us. "good evening." he said through fats' window. "hi. can we park here?" i asked. he said it was valet parking and cost 6 dollars. we were, like ok. so he came around to my door and opened it. but i wasn't ready to get out was the thing. i was gathering my purse, my camera and yadda yadda, and here he was with my door open. and fatima was not enjoying the cold draft. so he told us we had to give him the key to the car, and i told him that we were not big knowers of valet parking. i still didn't' see what the point was of having him drive our car up to us waiting on the sidewalk when we could probably just as quickly walk to it, but who knows about rich people and the strange things they do?
our first impression as we walked in was 'wow.' later it turned into a 'wowee.' the lady took fatima's coat. of course i wasn't wearing one. then we sat in the lounge. there was a fire place with comfy chairs and we could see fires out on the deck too. the whole wall was glass. there were other parties sitting and talking. we chose a table by the window but when the fireplace party left we stole their places. there was a cool chandelier made out of twigs. we talked and generally felt special and excited.
it wasn't long before it was our turn to be shown to our table. it was when we walked into the dining area that the wow turned to wowee. it was just really beautiful. the whole wall was glass and overlooking the city. fog lingered but you could see the lights of the city and the snow banks below us in the park. in the middle of the room was this elevated round area with tables in it but in the middle was a tree and a huge beautiful chandelier. i can't really give it justice. but just believe me that it was super nice. our table for two was near the corner so that we had a view going north and east. fatima was seated with her back to the room and facing north and i was seated facing east. "romantic" we said to each other. this became the theme of our evening.
our waiter was the kind we like. plain. you know, the kind that are polite and efficient and attentive, but in the background, not intrusive and not schmoozie. my glass of water was filled up so efficiently that it never got to below 3/4 full, which to anyone who knows how much water i drink when eating out, knows is a super human feat.
we both chose the lobster bisque. it had a swirl of goat cheese in it. sooo good.
we both also chose the lamb shank with apricot demi glaze or something like that. oh. my. gosh. the meat was so tender and perfect. after eating it for a while in silence, i looked up at fatima and said "i think this is the best lamb i've ever had!" she said she was just thinking that very thing. it came on mashed potatoes and grilled long green onions, a new fresh tender whole carrot, you know the kind that look like they come right from the garden, broccolini and a slice of squash. the whole thing was perfect and wonderful.
we got one of each dessert. a round pumpkin cheesecake with a small leafed kumquat sitting on top of the whipped cream, and a sunburnt tart. you know how the top of creme brule has that burnt sugar crust? well this had a burnt strawberry sugar crust. both were amazing and enjoyed by both of us.
i said if i was going to be proposed to, that this restaurant would be a good place. fatima said she didn't' want to be proposed to in a restaurant. i thought about that and agreed that somewhere more intimate might be better but said "ok, but if i have to be proposed to in a restaurant, i would want it to be this one." it's her job to tell the guy. you know what's funny, every time i think of restaurant proposals i think of barnard the mouse proposing in the rescuers movie.
ok, i did eventually take some pictures (after the people near us broke the ice), but they aren't super good. i'm not very good at low light conditions. but what the hey, i'm still including them anyways because you all know i'm not perfect anyways.
our waiter took this of us. fatima's scarf is very rooomantic, wouldn't you say? :)
that's our candle. candles are rooomantic.
fatima giving me the "you're ruining the romance" look. haha.
afterwards we put off our puddin faced, accented valet by going for a little walk first. puddin face was to be heard bellowing in a startling manner at drivers "YOU CAN'T PARK THERE." haha. we ended up at the fountain for some romantic pictures.
i know this one is blurry but i didn't have a tripod and i still love the curve of her cheek and the hint of her luminous eyes.
we were standing on the ledge of the fountain and feeling quite nervous about it.
blurry but i included it because we look so cute and happy. we had just said "to romance!" which is why we look so pleased with ourselves.
sure, why not chuck one in of the conservatory? there it is. there were big leaves moving. there are some kind of monstrous birds kept in there that only move around at night.
when we got back to the eastern eurpean puddin valet, he was busy with other cars who were arriving. he handed me my key. "you know where your car is right?" he asked us. i nodded. after all i did park it myself. he told us to get our own car and he would move the othe arriving cars out of our way. i told fatima on the way to the car that valet service didn't feel much different than no valet service. well other than paying the guy six bucks, that is. we shrugged. oh well.
i drove fats back to the station. she said "you could have just dropped me off right there." pointing to the side of the road. "that's not how i drop off my dates!" i proclaimed. "i know how to drop off a date." and we laughed. we embraced and the romantic night was over.
next day i got this email from fatima:
and i answered naturally thus:
you have to admit there aren't many buds like fats and me.
i had never driven to nanaimo station before. apparently at that spot nanaimo street is quite big and busy. not expecting this, i ended up turning left onto it from a small side road. there were some scary moments but i just hit the gas and pealed onto the road like a mad woman. a little bit un-needed since there weren't currently any cars coming towards me, but it made me feel better after the shock at coming up to a wide busy four laned road. shortly after this show of needless power i picked out the indian princess herself on the side walk. i screeched to a halt and my pal-oh-pals jumped in. we took off for our dining out vancouver restaurant of choice. first we were blocked by many a closed road that kept sending us east when west was our goal but by some luck we made it onto 33rd without even knowing it. this whole paragraph is neither needful, nor interesting but i'm leaving it in, so tough luck.
our restaurant of choice was seasons in the park, at queen elizabeth park. we chose it out of a huge draining line-up of restaurants that all began to sound the same at one in the morning, which was naturally when we decided to research them. but you'll find we made a good choice.
i knew that there was valet parking at the restaurant and we decided to go for the 'whole experience'. but when i pulled into the parking lot there were a lot of spots and the lot was not very big at all, so it wasn't like there was a long walk from our parking spot to the doors. as i pulled into a spot the red jacketed, rounded and soft looking valet came up to us. "good evening." he said through fats' window. "hi. can we park here?" i asked. he said it was valet parking and cost 6 dollars. we were, like ok. so he came around to my door and opened it. but i wasn't ready to get out was the thing. i was gathering my purse, my camera and yadda yadda, and here he was with my door open. and fatima was not enjoying the cold draft. so he told us we had to give him the key to the car, and i told him that we were not big knowers of valet parking. i still didn't' see what the point was of having him drive our car up to us waiting on the sidewalk when we could probably just as quickly walk to it, but who knows about rich people and the strange things they do?
our first impression as we walked in was 'wow.' later it turned into a 'wowee.' the lady took fatima's coat. of course i wasn't wearing one. then we sat in the lounge. there was a fire place with comfy chairs and we could see fires out on the deck too. the whole wall was glass. there were other parties sitting and talking. we chose a table by the window but when the fireplace party left we stole their places. there was a cool chandelier made out of twigs. we talked and generally felt special and excited.
it wasn't long before it was our turn to be shown to our table. it was when we walked into the dining area that the wow turned to wowee. it was just really beautiful. the whole wall was glass and overlooking the city. fog lingered but you could see the lights of the city and the snow banks below us in the park. in the middle of the room was this elevated round area with tables in it but in the middle was a tree and a huge beautiful chandelier. i can't really give it justice. but just believe me that it was super nice. our table for two was near the corner so that we had a view going north and east. fatima was seated with her back to the room and facing north and i was seated facing east. "romantic" we said to each other. this became the theme of our evening.
our waiter was the kind we like. plain. you know, the kind that are polite and efficient and attentive, but in the background, not intrusive and not schmoozie. my glass of water was filled up so efficiently that it never got to below 3/4 full, which to anyone who knows how much water i drink when eating out, knows is a super human feat.
we both chose the lobster bisque. it had a swirl of goat cheese in it. sooo good.
we both also chose the lamb shank with apricot demi glaze or something like that. oh. my. gosh. the meat was so tender and perfect. after eating it for a while in silence, i looked up at fatima and said "i think this is the best lamb i've ever had!" she said she was just thinking that very thing. it came on mashed potatoes and grilled long green onions, a new fresh tender whole carrot, you know the kind that look like they come right from the garden, broccolini and a slice of squash. the whole thing was perfect and wonderful.
we got one of each dessert. a round pumpkin cheesecake with a small leafed kumquat sitting on top of the whipped cream, and a sunburnt tart. you know how the top of creme brule has that burnt sugar crust? well this had a burnt strawberry sugar crust. both were amazing and enjoyed by both of us.
i said if i was going to be proposed to, that this restaurant would be a good place. fatima said she didn't' want to be proposed to in a restaurant. i thought about that and agreed that somewhere more intimate might be better but said "ok, but if i have to be proposed to in a restaurant, i would want it to be this one." it's her job to tell the guy. you know what's funny, every time i think of restaurant proposals i think of barnard the mouse proposing in the rescuers movie.
ok, i did eventually take some pictures (after the people near us broke the ice), but they aren't super good. i'm not very good at low light conditions. but what the hey, i'm still including them anyways because you all know i'm not perfect anyways.
our waiter took this of us. fatima's scarf is very rooomantic, wouldn't you say? :)
that's our candle. candles are rooomantic.
fatima giving me the "you're ruining the romance" look. haha.afterwards we put off our puddin faced, accented valet by going for a little walk first. puddin face was to be heard bellowing in a startling manner at drivers "YOU CAN'T PARK THERE." haha. we ended up at the fountain for some romantic pictures.
i know this one is blurry but i didn't have a tripod and i still love the curve of her cheek and the hint of her luminous eyes.
we were standing on the ledge of the fountain and feeling quite nervous about it.
blurry but i included it because we look so cute and happy. we had just said "to romance!" which is why we look so pleased with ourselves.
sure, why not chuck one in of the conservatory? there it is. there were big leaves moving. there are some kind of monstrous birds kept in there that only move around at night.when we got back to the eastern eurpean puddin valet, he was busy with other cars who were arriving. he handed me my key. "you know where your car is right?" he asked us. i nodded. after all i did park it myself. he told us to get our own car and he would move the othe arriving cars out of our way. i told fatima on the way to the car that valet service didn't feel much different than no valet service. well other than paying the guy six bucks, that is. we shrugged. oh well.
i drove fats back to the station. she said "you could have just dropped me off right there." pointing to the side of the road. "that's not how i drop off my dates!" i proclaimed. "i know how to drop off a date." and we laughed. we embraced and the romantic night was over.
next day i got this email from fatima:
Hello Bud O’ Romance,.Just wanted to say I had a great romantic evening with you! Lol. It was great, and I didn’t mind the cold that much even. We should dine again in such a manner & seek out special places.
Love,
Your Bud o’ Romantic chances
and i answered naturally thus:
good morning romanticbudder,
i think the romance in our relationship is beginning to flourish and bloom. :) i am totally with you in the seeking of romantic get-a-ways.
love
your candle lit budster
you have to admit there aren't many buds like fats and me.
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Hey can you email me the funny pics of Sloan??? Please?