For those that follow on face book you would know that I scored a all night babysitter Friday night for those that don’t I scored a babysitter Friday night. It was all very last minute. It was all very exciting. It was definitely all very unplanned because whilst I was planning a ‘all nighter’ with my very fine husband as one friend so eloquently put it I had also planned to attend a ‘girls night in event’. Damn. I had double booked. Husband would be alone because I wanted to attend the girls night in event; I needed that thing that only a evening with a bunch of like minded women can bring. Missing out on one of these things would not do. A night alone together with the husband could not go wasted, neither of these things happen often and not wanting to ditch the girls I decided to attend the girls night in and plan an evening with husband. Ambitious I know but you know I’m a can do girl. I booked a table at the local Chinese restaurant for following a drop by with the girls. The Chinese restaurant not ideal but anything without plastic chairs and no children is now my idea of classy evening.
It was like all my social events had come at once. I was on fire and good golly miss molly I was excited. An evening with some amazing women, a evening with my amazing husband and you know what else my lovelies? The real possibility of a full night sleep. It was like someone had given me the golden fleece.
The kids gone. I dressed for my night out. Frock and heels. It was kind like heaven. Not screaming at anyone. Not having ‘mummmm’ whinging at me through the bathroom door while Im trying to do my hair. It was bliss. A little cocktail and I could have been 23 again. My lift arrived and a 10 second kiss with to the husband with the promise of more and I was out the door.
For the time I was at the girl night in event it was fantastic. If you can host one do it if you are invited to one attend it. Its a great opportunity for some reconnecting some fun and most importantly its in the name of charity.
So husband arrived at 810 to pick me up. I said a goodbye girls with a wink and after negotiating the drive way that is rural Australia, a few wallabies and patiently waited for a snake to slither its way across the road we were at the restaurant by 820pm. I giggled like a school I was so happy.
The restaurant can I say is still sitting somewhere in the 80’s. I don’t care its chairs are not made of plastic and its service doesn’t revolve around a play ground so I was happy.
They steam rolled us to our table; by the kitchen door. I smiled at our location it wasn’t the cute kitschy corner I wanted but that was okay..the whole evening was little last minute what could I except? They took our order. They brought us our drinks. I had never known the service to be so good. It was fast.
Yes it was fast. So fast that we had finished and had our table cleared by 847 pm.
We had finished a three course banquet in 27 minutes.
I had thought perhaps leisurely chatting to my husband. Playing romantic footsies under the table. Perhaps.
The waiter came with her note book for what I assumed was to take our dessert menu.
I asked for the fried ice cream. No. Why not? I was confused. I had been thinking of the fried ice cream like I had been thinking about my husband all evening. I wanted it.
Turns out the kitchen closes at 830pm so no I couldn’t. And she was their to simply to hand us the bill.
What they could offer me in compensation was an ice cream sundae. No thank you I said. I knew the black and gold ice cream they used because I had seen them buy it from the supermarket; the disservice a small town can bring.
I looked at my husband. He laughed and raised his eyebrows its all we could do. We could have made a scene that we ahd paid for it and all that jazz but there is one with I have learnt making a fuss never really gets you want so we chose to giggle about it. It added to the evening. It was fun. It was terribly bad fun.
The evening didn’t improve. We got home to a message on the phone. B2 and B3 wanted to come home. Our all nighter….gone.
My husband trudged on up the hill to the neighbours to collect two of our three boys like someone had ripped away his prize money at the show.
My boys came in smiling.
Husband and I sat cuddled on the couch with two of our three seated opposite as we watched a rerun of Mrs Browns Boys.
Life couldn’t really have got any better.
Have any horror dates of your own?
xx Deb
