Love was in the air.

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A rather tardy Valentines Day post.

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A bouquet of flowers was delivered that morning….

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And while I don’t think it was our local florist’s best work, the sentiment remained steadfast.

Early afternoon found us out in the barn and back at the Scrabble board.

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Although the way it started reminded me a little too much of Bill and Monica.

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Did I win?

Such a silly question.

Unbeknownst to my husband, I’d made early evening reservations at one of his favorite restaurants and before the place got too crowded, we slipped in for a glorious meal.

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Long stemmed red roses were given to ladies upon entry… and petals were scattered everywhere. On the floor, on the window sills, on the chairs…..

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Even under the beer taps.

We settled happily at the bar (the husband’s preferred spot because one of the bartenders was a Marine which can lead to hours long conversations) and I tucked into a few delightful Rum Punches. We had appetizers that I forgot to photograph… garlic Parmesan wings for the husband, creamy clam chowder for me… and were awaiting our meals when this older couple sat down across from us.

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In case you can’t see it, the man was wearing a Marine Corps tee shirt. It was at that moment I knew I was doomed.

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Like recognizes like… and within minutes the gentleman uttered the words I never want to hear on Valentines Day.

Semper Fi.

My husband bought them a round of drinks. They bought us a round of drinks. Military stories were traded across the bar….and by the time our lovely meals arrived?

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Filet Oscar with fresh lobster, roasted fingerling potatoes and grilled asparagus for the husband.

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Filet au Poivre with cremini mushroom brandied cream sauce, roasted fingerling potatoes and grilled asparagus for me…

I’d lost him.

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And ended up eating most of my meal alone.

So when I said love was in the air?

Apparently I was talking about the Corps.

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22 thoughts on “Love was in the air.”

  1. Being married to a Marine, take what you can River, I mean you do beat the crap out of him at Scrabble almost at every chance you get. Give the man one concession and let him have his Marine talk for an hour or two, lol.

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  2. See? Like this. We recently went to the shoe store to return shoes (it’s a whole thing). The husband didn’t want to go in, but I told him while I waited, he could hunt for new moccasins and he liked that idea, so he went in. The girls and I stood in the long line. When it was time to go, the girls and I stood even longer, because Semper Fi encounter.
    Perhaps that will be my line for why he shouldn’t sit in the car — “There might be a Marine in there!” If they’re in the DSW, they’re everywhere! 🙂
    I wish I had eaten with you, all that looks so yummy!

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