From the notorious email file… I would like to present you with several posts about eating. It was too good not to do a second post. This might be it, though.
Me: To Whom It May Concern (Just in case you’re confused, that’s you),
This is a reminder that you have a hot date tonight with the most amazing woman in the world (Just in case you’re confused, that’s me). Don’t forget about me and go play DnD before I can eat dinner with you, OK? See you soon!!
Brian: Thank you for your email. One of our representatives will respond to you within 3-4 business years.
Me: I’m sorry, but that’s unacceptable. I’d like to speak to your manager immediately.
Brian: She’s experiencing a backlog of complaints. Allow 6-8 years for a response.
Me: I just found out that it’s Baked Potato Day… in DCA only and nowhere else! Oh the injustice!!! WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY??
Brian: You’re weird, dear.
Me: And you married me.
In related news, I finished everything I absolutely have to do today early. I think a trip to DCA is in order…
Brian: LOL. 🙂
It is strongly recommended that you not go to lunch at Café Adobe today. Your wife will most likely want to eat dinner there, and it will be a tragedy if she cannot, due to your prior dining at the establishment. That is all.
Brian: According to Google Maps, the nearest Café Adobe is in San Jose, so I’ll just go to Taco Adobe instead. 😛
Me: So what you’re saying is… you don’t love me enough to take me to San Jose tonight?
Brian: No. I’m saying that it’s a six hour drive, and I don’t think we’ll get back in time for your 7:00 class. Just thinking of you, dear. 🙂
Me: Oh, we’ll have plenty of time if we fly into Oakland for dinner and then fly back for class. I have Dramamine stashed in my purse…
Brian: You do realize that this isn’t like Star Trek, where we can magically beam ourselves onto an airplane bound for San Jose, right? We actually have to drive to the Long Beach airport, board an airplane, fly to San Jose, disembark, hail a taxi to the restaurant, eat, hail a taxi back, board another airplane, fly back to Long Beach, then drive from the airport to your class; all in the space of two hours. I should also mention the niggling, little detail that there aren’t any flights leaving for San Jose from Long Beach this evening.
Other than that, your plan sounds perfect. Perfectly CRAZY!
Me: Can I just say that I love that you looked up the logistics getting an airplane from Long Beach.
Also… I’ve been brainwashed by Star Trek to think that we can, in fact, beam ourselves aboard an airplane bound for San Jose. And it’s not magic, it’s 24th century science. Duh.
Brian: Then my work is done. Also, I’ve never been more turned on than I am right now.
Brian: I’m frustrated… [insert work rant here]. Please, can I just have my life back the way it was?
Me: I just want you to know that all your troubles are over because, lo, it is Baked Potato Day and the peasants rejoice.
Brian: I don’t like potatoes. 😛
Me: Um…EVERYONE likes the Disney potatoes. Besides, you don’t have to actually eat one for its good mojo to get all over your day.