So in the spirit of Princess Bride style romance, Liz and I are going to dine this Valentine's Day eve with candlelit ambiance and white (plastic) table linens. Our photographs will be taken by an onsite professional (with albeit questionable credentials), and to top off our five-or-so course dinner we will be presented with our check and a wafer thin Andes mint. The typical dinner of this caliber might set one back three hundred dollars or more, but we will walk out Two hundred and ninety dollars richer.
For the past five years White Castle has been our silent protest of the biggest rip off since New Years Eve. Sure, I did buy Liz some Godiva chocolates just to cover my ass in case she is not totally with me on this "Valentines Day rip off" thing, but that is where it ends. No flowers even. Well, if I am not in the doghouse tomorrow, I will give an update. Until then, it is indigestion city. A perfect prelude to a romantic rest of the night...

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