Happiness is: my annual Valentine date with Laura

02/16/2012 at 9:19 pm | Posted in Happiness is | 2 Comments

I totally meant to take a picture of our lunch today, but I forgot. I was too busy talking my sister’s ear off and helping wrangle her two-year-old. And laughing. Always laughing with Laura.

Every year since I can’t remember when, we’ve gotten together at a certain local (beloved) restaurant for a Valentine’s Day meal of piping hot chili smothered with cheese, salsa and sour cream. The best is when the tortilla chips buried under the chili get all soggy. And yum.

We’ve been coming to this restaurant for years. So long that we’ve sort of become regulars, and we giggle like school girls when the restaurant’s owner recognizes us and says hello. On one such Valentine’s Day date years ago, he came over to our table for a chat. We thought we’d reached the pinnacle of coolness.

Until I opened my mouth.

It’s difficult (oh so difficult) to describe exactly what happened, because I am still confused to this day over how I managed to pull this one off.

It started with him saying something like, “Happy Valentine’s Day, you two” and me replying with one gigantic run-on sentence that went something like, “Oh thanks we come here all the time it’s one of our favorite spots and we just love having our Valentine date here every year.” And then he asked something about how long we’d been together, and I — clearly not hearing/understanding the question because I was so elated that the man himself was chatting with us super-cool restaurant regulars — answered him with a year count. At which point Laura’s brow furrowed in confusion. And then I kept babbling and he sort of backed away from the table very slowly, saying something like, “Well, we don’t discriminate, especially on Valentine’s Day.”

And Laura looked at me like I’d just stripped naked right there in the middle of the restaurant and said — choking on a laugh — “you know he thinks we’re a lesbian couple, right?”

Um. What?

Yes, friends. I thought I was regaling him with an impassioned story about how close Laura and I are as sisters and how much we enjoy his restaurant. But instead, I made us lovers.

And we’ve never bothered to clear it up, even though we go back there year after year. Because it’s just too funny.

*A note, because I’m always worried about offending someone with my blog: This post in NO way is making fun of homosexuality. I fully support love in any form or fashion. What I’m poking fun at here, simply, is myself.


RSS feed for comments on this post. TrackBack URI

  1. I love this! It sounds like a smooth move that I would pull, and I say that with much love. 🙂

    I think it’s awesome you and your sis are so close! I’m an only child, but I’m lucky to have some very close friends that are like siblings, and I wouldn’t give anything for those relationships.

  2. This is one of my more favorite Suzanne moments. I’m sure we didn’t help the matter by being on our most recent “date” with Olive. I’m surprised he didn’t congratulate us on our love child!! =) In all (or some) seriousness…this is a tradition I treasure! And I’m not just talking about the black bean chili. Man!

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

Create a free website or blog at WordPress.com.
Entries and comments feeds.

%d bloggers like this: