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So dinner was lovely.
They say that smell triggers memory, and I whole heartedly agree, which is what made dinner such a lovely experience.
We went to the same restaurant we were at when he asked me out, and ordered exactly the same food. The waitress was somewhat stunned with how quickly we ordered, since it was an expensive restaurant that one assumes people don't dine at often enough to memorize the menu. However, we weren't there for a NEW experience. We were there to revisit a pleasant one from before.
We assured our waitress that we'd had things planned out for MONTHS in advance. She looked at us like that was an odd think to do until we explained that it was our anniversary and that he had asked me out exactly one year before over the same meal. This of course made her beam and gush and pump us for details before scurrying back to the kitchen to regale the other servers with tales of our cuteness. It gave us both warm fuzzies as we held hands over the appetizers and made kissy face at each other over our steaks.
I ate until I thought I was going to explode. There was, yet once again, no room for dessert. We stared intently at the dessert menu and the whole thing looked really familiar, but we couldn't remember if we'd gotten dessert last time or just stared at the menu while digesting both our steaks and our newly not-single status. This time we just digested our steaks and our memories of this last whirlwind year of our lives.
Last year I enjoyed the anticipation of not knowing what the heck I was getting into. This year I was high on the satisfaction of knowing that it was evertying I thought it might be and more.
They say that smell triggers memory, and I whole heartedly agree, which is what made dinner such a lovely experience.
We went to the same restaurant we were at when he asked me out, and ordered exactly the same food. The waitress was somewhat stunned with how quickly we ordered, since it was an expensive restaurant that one assumes people don't dine at often enough to memorize the menu. However, we weren't there for a NEW experience. We were there to revisit a pleasant one from before.
We assured our waitress that we'd had things planned out for MONTHS in advance. She looked at us like that was an odd think to do until we explained that it was our anniversary and that he had asked me out exactly one year before over the same meal. This of course made her beam and gush and pump us for details before scurrying back to the kitchen to regale the other servers with tales of our cuteness. It gave us both warm fuzzies as we held hands over the appetizers and made kissy face at each other over our steaks.
I ate until I thought I was going to explode. There was, yet once again, no room for dessert. We stared intently at the dessert menu and the whole thing looked really familiar, but we couldn't remember if we'd gotten dessert last time or just stared at the menu while digesting both our steaks and our newly not-single status. This time we just digested our steaks and our memories of this last whirlwind year of our lives.
Last year I enjoyed the anticipation of not knowing what the heck I was getting into. This year I was high on the satisfaction of knowing that it was evertying I thought it might be and more.