Recently I was “forced” to take two days of work. You see, I can only accrue so much vacation time before it stops accruing and I lose some. Ain’t no way I was going to let that happen, so I took last Thursday and Friday off. I know, I know: how I suffer.
I decided Friday night would be at an at-home date. I planned a simple meal and cocktail, went to the grocery store, cleaned the house, and put on a dress (a casual one).
From a food stand point the date was a failure.
1. I never made the salad
2. the BBQ chicken pizza I made was blah
3. the Mexican chocolate cookies were dry.
I gave Chris the task of mixing each of us a vodka and pineapple juice cocktail (shake, pour over ice.) I told him to put two shots of vodka in each. Later he confessed that he “had put two in each glass, but it didn’t look like much, so I added a third.”
Oh! So that’s why I was swaying strangely while singing The Kill in Rock Band (our after dinner activity). Honestly, it didn’t matter that the food was uninspiring, we had a great time (and that’s not just the vodka talking!). It’s an idea I plan on repeating, but with better food next time.