Last night Jeff and I went on our date and it was great. There is this little place (new) in town called Frank and Lola's. It is such good food. We have been 3 times now and every time we love it. Jeff says its in the top 3 places ever for his steaks he loves. That is saying something. The prices are decent, but on the expensive end for our little town. The wait can be long though. Last night we got there and they said 20 minutes and 55 minutes later we were seated. I get kinda grouchy when that happens...am I spoiled or what? The funny thing is with me is that if they would have just SAID a hour, I would have been delighted to have only waited 55 minutes. It's all about expectations. I do the same thing to Jeff. When he says he'll be home at one time and then doesn't get home till minutes or hours later, I get really frustrated, but just like with the table/waiting, if I had been told the time originally I wouldn't have been upset at all. Am I weird or is everyone like that?
We had a great date. Great food. Great conversation. Great company.
Afterwards we came home and he told me the movie I had been waiting for came in the mail. I was so excited, so we watched it, well, rather I watched it. The Secret Life of Bees, which I read earlier this month. I have been waiting for the movie ever since. The movie, which I have been told NEVER hold up the credibility of the book, did just that. It was a good movie, but the book was great. However, I did like the way they ended the movie better than the book...so it was a good balance for me :) ever the fantasy, all-is-well-that-ends-well kinda person.
I guess it's another good thing about being a believer...