So, Makenna and I found ourselves at Luigi's Italian restaurant the other night. They sent me a coupon for a free dinner for my birthday to be used before the new month started. We decided to go and check it out, on the last day of the month. Procrastination, who saw that coming?
We arrived at the restaurant and were getting situated when Makenna pulled a tiara out of her jacket she had all bundled up. "What's this?" I ask. She says "It's your birthday, you have to wear it!" Oh my. So, in the spirit of celebration and overall fun I plunked the tiara on
my head. Not long after that the waitress came over to take our order. I announced "It's my birthday, I'm wearing a tiara." or something like that. She took our order and when she repeated it to us, for clarity mind you (or fast thinking in the spirit of playing along), she said "Kids cheese ravioli with marinara for you and Chicken Picata for the princess!"
Yeah brother, Chicken for the Princess.
I wore that tiara all through dinner, paid the check and walked out of the restaurant, head held high, tiara balanced perfectly. Not only did I do that, I stopped for gasoline on the way home and left it on then, too.
Your birthday only comes once a year, you know....and when your girl asks you to wear a tiara, well...you do it.
We arrived at the restaurant and were getting situated when Makenna pulled a tiara out of her jacket she had all bundled up. "What's this?" I ask. She says "It's your birthday, you have to wear it!" Oh my. So, in the spirit of celebration and overall fun I plunked the tiara on
my head. Not long after that the waitress came over to take our order. I announced "It's my birthday, I'm wearing a tiara." or something like that. She took our order and when she repeated it to us, for clarity mind you (or fast thinking in the spirit of playing along), she said "Kids cheese ravioli with marinara for you and Chicken Picata for the princess!"Yeah brother, Chicken for the Princess.
I wore that tiara all through dinner, paid the check and walked out of the restaurant, head held high, tiara balanced perfectly. Not only did I do that, I stopped for gasoline on the way home and left it on then, too.
Your birthday only comes once a year, you know....and when your girl asks you to wear a tiara, well...you do it.
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