needless to say, an awesome adventure was had by my dude and i! it was fun and silly, just like always, and totally worthy of being the celebration of our second year together! :D
it started sunday night, when chris arrived at our house with this:
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i always love how when i get a cake from chris
there is no doubt that he wrote on it. |
yes, that's is one of our cutesy things. every couple has one. like when people are like 'i love you.' 'no, i love you!' we go back and forth with 'you're my favorite'. :P
for those of you following my weight watchers adventures, i used my last 12 points for the day on two pieces of this cake. it was so good and so worth it. :D
the next day we set out to louisville, where we had a lovely hotel room waiting for us. i started the day with thirty minutes on the treadmill, because i knew as far as my diet was concerned, today was going to be just awful. on our way out, chris was convinced we were being followed by an undercover cop (it did pull out behind us from the side of the road) but after it didn't pull us over for several miles we realized it was just a regular truck with a huge antennae. silly, us.
we also had a mini walmart adventure since chris didn't have any shampoo or body wash. i should have also picked some up, because i didn't realize i had forgotten mine, so i had to use crappy hotel stuff (white ginger is not a pretty smell). i caved at the walmart and got a slim jim because i was starving, and we're also pretty sure there was some valentine's day sexy time going on in the car we were parked next to. everybody had the holiday spirit, so it seems. :P
next, the hotel!
look at our hotel/happy valentines day faces. :D
we stayed at the same place we did the year before, and the room was exactly the same. before we headed out to attempt to get into the delicious cheesecake factory i made chris help me turn on all the lights and the t.v. why, you ask? because i don't have to feel bad about it, so i wasted their electricity.
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| we love!! |
when we got the mall with the cheesecake factory, there was little to no parking. we parked and walked, which i said was a great idea since we were about to gorge the walk was probably good for us.
now, before i continue this blog, here is a brief history of our previous cheesecake factory adventures.
february 14th, 2009
our first real date, and it happens to be a saturday. we stand outside of the cheesecake factory in the freezing cold behind about a hundred other people who were also braving the cold to try to get in. i think the wait was probably about three hours. it was our first date and i had other plans at home, so we didn't have the time to spare. we never made it in, but it did result in our first snuggle.
february 14th, 2010
we remember that it's going to be awful and get there early. we wait in line forever just to get our name in, then try to waste time in the mall. we forget that it's sunday, the mall closes, and we have to brave the cold again. after about an hour or more we make it inside the building. after another hour or so of waiting inside we finally get a table. this is at about 8 o'clock. we put in our names before 5. but we did make it in, so win for us!
and now, to the present!
it's monday! we're happy that it's unusually warm so our hours of waiting will at least be comfortable. but yet we see no crowd. assume the crowd must be inside. we get inside and for the first time ever we are seated immediately. my mine was blown wide open. i'm still in awe.
so here the gorging began. i used all my daily weight watchers points and all my weekly points, too. was it worth it? yes. of course it was. it was my fucking anniversary, your points will not try to ruin my joy. i did however realize i'm used to being on points and it was hard to gorge. we finished our appetizer, i ate about a third of my entrée then boxed it up for later, then ate about 4 bites of my red velvet cheesecake before boxing that up, too. it was still totally amazing, we literally only go once a year to this place on our anniversary and it makes it that much more special and delicious.
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| i never want to know how many points are in this. never. |
afterwards my stomach was so full i had to have some sort of exercise so we walked the mall. we waited in line forever at lane bryant and finally left, and when we came back (i still wanted my stuff!) the lady was very apologetic, i think she really thought we were pissed and were never coming back, really i was just bored. it was funny, though, that she was so excited to see us come back. we tried to shop at hot topic but it was totally full, went into some other random stores, nothing much really to report on that.
went back to the room and did hotel things. trust me, you don't want to know, but some of it was so funny i wish i could tell you. but i'm a lady, so i won't.
later that night, the hunger strikes us. luckily we have a million foods left over. i had just taken a shower and i realized i didn't bring any pajamas. when chris and i are in the same bed, i usually sleep in my undies, so i didn't think i'd need them. and i had just taken this awesome shower and didn't want to get fully dressed up (i had so many layers, leggings and a tank top and a dress and a sweater and knee high boots! that outfit was a lot of work!) just to go to the lobby where the microwaves were. but chris sad-faced at me and a compromise was reached. i had originally agreed to go with him if i could wear his t-shirt over my leggings. we has some random clothing debate since apparently womens fashions are so complicated. finally, i agreed to go down in my tank top if i could wear chris's sleep shorts. i didn't have any other shoes, and i didn't want to climb into those boots. . .
so i went down to the lobby of a semi-fancy hotel in a tank top, shorts, and knee high socks. and horrible shower hair.
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kinda like this. at least my socks matched
my bra. |
we heated up our food, came back to the room and watched wrestling. it was pretty fun.
i think this blog is long enough, so i'll tell you about the rest of our anniversary adventures tomorrow!
peace.
