since josh is on vacation (hooray!) and our interest was piqued by a friend’s recommendation and a great review in the n&o, we planned to try rue cler last night. a cute little french bistro, nothing to do the next day — it was the perfect set-up for a romantic date to set the mood for this rare time we would have together.
except:
as is his custom when he doesn’t have to work (to his credit, this is RARE), josh was immersed in a video game, trying to beat the gaul soldiers and take over rome, or something to that effect. i was similarly immersed in vh1’s 100 top child stars, which, as trash tv goes, is AWESOME. who knew blair from facts of life became a born again christian?
anyway. 8 pm rolled around, my show ended, and i decided it was time that we go on our date. still in his video-game stupor, josh reluctantly grabbed his coat and we headed for the door. the trash needed taking out, he decided, and he picked that up as well. i was waiting outside, my heel tapping, anxious for our date to begin.
the door closed with a click. i looked at josh, weighed down by coat and trash bag and with a look of sheer horror on his face. i instantly knew what had gone down: WE WERE LOCKED OUT.
$55 and 3 hours later (after the lock was initially popped, it actually broke, necessitating a lengthy and very boring surgical approach and probably a lot of annoyance on the locksmith’s behalf), the Pop-A-Lock! van had left our driveway and we headed out for burritos.
c’est la vie.
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