NEIN!!!

This is my wife just before we snuck her back into the country..... long story..

Today was our 9th anniversary. That's right, 9 long years since we decided not to have a wedding and asked Lindsey and Matt to be witnesses and they said no. 9 years since Jo and I (along with my mom and brother) went to the Justice of the Peace's house and were wed in his den filled with creepy stuffed animals. Good times!

We got to hang out all day today. We had a good lunch and went to see "An Education," which was better than I expected..... but I wont bore you with that. What I will bore you with is the adventure that we had at dinner. I don't know if any of you have ever eaten at La Catalara, but if you haven't, DON'T!

We should have known it would be a trainwreck when the waiter asked us if we had reservations, then repeated himself. Normally this wouldn't be cause for concern, but the place was only 1/2 full and he proceeded to seat us immediately. This is the same waiter that we saw get into a heated argument behind the kitchen door and someone in the kitchen shoved him hard, he wasn't our waiter though. We were waited on by a very small, mousy girl with one of those candy cane shaped spines that Jo hates so much. She seemed to speak English, but that was about the extent of her competence.

The whole meal gave me flashbacks to an episode of Frasier that I saw that went back to when Niles and Frasier were eating as small children and Niles said "This meal is a culinary Hindenburg!"

We placed our order for an appetizer and two entrees. We never got the appetizer and they brought my food out about 20 minutes before they brought Jo's out. Jo was OK, she snacked on my potatoes while we waited for her paella. I was going to ask for ketchup for my potatoes, but I was afraid they would bring me a tomato in a glass jar and ask me if I had a hammer out in our car.

The food wasn't bad, but the wait staff gave me the impression that they just opened a minute before we got there and the current customers were the only customers these people had ever waited on.

After we finished eating, we asked for the check & they brought it to us. Jo put her card in the little slot and stood it up and we proceeded to watch our waitress walk by our table many times looking directly at the debit card but not picking it up. This started to get frustrating because there was a scantily clad belly dancer and I didn't have any $1's. As we walked out wanted to yell "RUN!!" at the people coming in, but we didn't. We had pie waiting for us.

Now were home, watching Holmes on Homes.

Tomorrow is the Super Bowl. I want the Saints to win because I still like Drew Brees, but Im sure the Colts will win because Peyton Manning is like a damn robot who never ever screws up at anything.