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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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