Husband is traveling on business this week, and I’ve gone along with him again because I need a break, dammit.
There’s a teenager in the house, and as previously discussed, there was some recent awkward. Add in that I’m sick of the cold and the gray, and the only logical thing was for me to go away with my man.
To an even colder, grayer city. Because I am an idiot.
But we’ve been finding some really great restaurants, including this gem from the first night, where I got the most amazing macaroni and cheese (it really is the simple things that are most often poorly executed, but this was good).
Then the waiter returned to offer us dessert or the bill, and….
ME: (pleasant conversation with the Waiter*)
HIM: Oh, and could you split the check? (gesturing)
WAITER: (pause) Of course. (judgmental look as he’s leaving)
ME: He’s totally judging you for that.
HIM: (laughing) Probably, but we need to do it! And he’ll see, when I give him the cards, that they’re both in my name.
ME: Ooh, I know! When he gets back, you should pay for mine and I should pay for yours.
HIM: (confused) But I have both of those cards in my wallet.
ME: It would be cute.
HIM: No, he’ll see that both cards have my name and it’ll be fine. (takes out our card and the corporate card which he must use for Reasons)
WAITER: (returns with both checks, shoots me brief look of pity) Here you go
WAITER: (opens folder and offers both for Husband’s perusal)
HIM: Okay, this one on this card and this one on that card (places cards in appropriate pockets)
WAITER: (glances at me again, leaves)
ME: He didn’t notice.
HIM: No, but he will when he runs them.
WAITER: (returns with two pens for the two receipts)
WAITER: (to me) Have a lovely evening. We hope to see you soon. (eyes say, “with someone else next time, maybe?”)
ME: (watching Waiter walk away) He didn’t notice.
ME: He is judging you, and he feels sorry for me.
Not that we particularly care about the opinion of the waiter we will never see again, but still! Husband was much confused over what the big deal could possibly be, which only proves that he is an engineer and engineers are not really people-people. People persons. Whatever.
ME: He was so nice, until you did that. At least he still likes me.
HIM: I don’t know what the big deal is. Other places understand putting the check on two cards, and the corporate card issue.
ME: I don’t think a lot of business travelers eat there.
HIM: Okay, but there are other reasons to split the check, especially on a date.
HIM: Maybe he just thought I was too old to be dating?
ME: I think he thought you were too old to go on a date with a woman and not pay for her loaded mac & cheese.
HIM: They were both my card!
So it’s cold and dreary and other people have made mistakes that caused him to improvise on the (whatever, I’m barely listening) thing he’s doing here. And there’s drama back at the office, because someone moved the cheese and now engineers don’t want to do the New Thing because they want to keep doing things The Way They Always Have. At least we’re together, and the mirrored closet doors are right next to the bed, so I think our marriage can survive the clouds and tourists and the conference calls and the drama.
I’m sure I’ll write more while we’re here, because telling you about it is almost as good as having you with me, only you can’t see the necklace I bought.
You would tell me it’s fabulous, and that I absolutely needed it.
*about the cheese sauce, which did not have white wine but got a little something from the tomatoes and the fact that it was cooked in a cast iron skillet. I will be trying this at home with my own favorite recipe