Anniversary surprise #3
I look at him quizzically. What's wrong with my jeans and blouse?
"Not where we're going. You'll need to dress up posh."
I am genuinely shocked. Posh? The poshest dinner we've ever had together was at our own wedding. We're a fish-and-chips, burger-and-fries, pasta-and-water type couple. We've never been to a restaurant where we get more than one set of cutlery and drinking glasses.
So I dig out a dress from the back of my wardrobe and off we go.
John has decided to take me to the poshest restaurant in town.
"Just this once, because it's our very first anniversary."
I totally agree. I reckon we should be allowed to be extravagant, just this once.
"And I want to totally spoil you."
Oh yes, I totally agree.
It's a cool evening and there's a pleasant smell of wisteria in the air. We decide to dine on the terrace out back. There's nothing like dining al fresco when the air isn't thick with humidity.
We order a main course and a dessert each, but the chef keeps sending extra items to our table with his compliments.
A generous, thoughtful man.
Our eyes widen everytime we take a bite. Our senses are overwhelmed. The taste of the food is beyond description. Our conversation dwindles as we savour our meal.
The portions look small but for some reason we were full to bursting at the end of dinner. We stagger back to the car, sated.
When we got home, we sat on the couch, sipping water and watching our wedding video.
And for a moment, the whole world seemed to revolve around us.