My anniversary was yesterday so we went out for dinner. Usually, this would mean the Ringside, our favorite steak house but I was a little to tired from my recent procedure at the hospital so we settled on McCormick and Schmick's. We got there early and looked for our favorite waiter there whom we've known for many years. He wasn't there but we got another waiter who turned out just as excellent, Charles. We got a dozen oysters on the half shell and they were very good, not as good as the Fanny Bay's that we prefer but still very good. My wife had a really good couple glasses of a California Alexander valley cabernet sauvignon and I had a really great glass of Guinness. We considered seafood 'cause that's what I nearly always have at that restaurant but they had nothing appealing. Also, I don't buy seafood that's not American or Canadian because I don't trust the foreign stuff, especially shrimp. We looked at the steaks but they were all choice. We finally settled on a rib eye that was large enough to feed the both of us (we are not teenagers). The chef agreed to split the steak cooking half well done for my wife and charred medium rare for me.. The waiter split the salad giving half to my wife and half to me, and then he split the asparagus, substituted for mashed potatoes, giving half to each of us. I like the tips and my wife likes the stalks. Talk about win/win. The salad was one of the best balsamic vinaigrettes I've had in years. But the steaks, oh the steaks, even choice and we always go to a restaurant that serves prime, these two cuts of the same steak were just the right portions and tasted better than any prime steak I've had in at least a couple decades. Wow, what a great dinner. Tipped the waiter extra heavily and tipped the chef and the lady that prepared the salads. We tipped $60 and would have tipped more but we had no more cash. We paid the bill with some cards we bought at Costco but no matter how we pay the bill we always tip cash. Best dinner I've had in, I dunno, 20 or 30 years. Wow, I can still recall how great that steak tasted as I type this. My only regret? No classic baked potato. I really need a good baked potato with my steak.
Wonderful Lanny! Happy Anniversary my friend. May you and your love have many more beautiful nights in each others embrace.
I've told my wife many times, I don't need a lot of money, an expensive home, expensive food, expensive clothes, expensive car or expensive anything else, all I need is her and I'm happy.
Great journal entry. You must have a scrape book too. Congratulations Brother!! We survived 42 years so far 6/19/76.... That's right, I got married when things were affordable and tuxedos were fashion risk.
Congrats Lanny thats certainly commendable! 42 here with two marriages. My mother used to say "you sleep with women you're married in the eye of God" If thats the case I guess Ive been married over 50 years!
Congrats Stamp (and Lanny). I’ve been a captive for 42 years also (3/20/76). Rumor has it she might have gone to U of P with @CupWizier (and possibly even graduated with him......whoever he is. But Pilot or not, I married her anyway). And you have that tuxedo remark right on. An interesting OT thread might be those of us who married in the ‘70’s posting pictures of us in the butt ugly ‘70’s tuxes we wore on those happy days. That would certainly give the youngsters on here a good laugh........
Mozel tov. One likes the spears and other the tips of asparagus? Talk about match made in heaven. But unless I missed it, what did you have for dessert?
I also, am on my second marriage, her first. We got married a little later than most. It was a lot of hard work but the arguments got fewer and fewer and increasingly less tense. We used to argue over who need money the most - "No, I don't need money, you do. No, you need money more than me. No, I never spend money, you need it. . . ." I'd spend some money and a day or two later more money would seemingly magically show up in my wallet. Our other argument was "I love you the most. No, I love you more that you love me. Impossible, no one can love someone more than I love you. . . . " We also hold hands when walking across the parking lot and when shopping in the grocery store. Well actually that's been replaced with her pushing me around in a wheel chair.
We're too old for dessert. However, tonight I've made a reservation with my wife, here at home, for a root beer float which I love. She doesn't like root beer which means . . . more for me. My mug will be frozen. My vanilla ice cream will be Haagen Daaz frozen very hard and very cold. My root beer will be IBC or Stewart's made with cane sugar and not corn syrup. I can taste it now, can't wait, can't wait. That was my favorite dessert when I was a little boy. Couldn't have it very often at all because of the cost when I was a little boy. Can't have it very often now because of my health. Kind of sucks, doesn't it?
Oh No! I looked like the guy who women could not resist because I had been in a family business for 44 years. My father processed milk and in my early teenage years the business evolved into ice cream only. We had a "Batch" freezer. I remember making ice cream with a solid steel frame and teak wood Pioneer stereo system lodged into high volume. Watching ice cream come out of the freezer mouth and immersed into the Allman Brothers and the Who reminded me that this was a special gift. Imagine "Live at Leeds" with Chocolate. Lanny>It's exactly as you say. When your wife can finish your sentence then she knows you very well.
My dear man, NO ONE is ever too old for dessert. Y was bringing my father my baked goods when he was 95.
My wife finishes my sentences when I lose my track. Just as often, I finish my wife's sentences. My favorite ice cream could only be found at 24 Flavors ice cream in Oswego, Oregon and it was called raspberry ripple. I was a total addict. 5 cents for a single scoop. You had to be rich to buy a banana split. Now, my favorite ice cream is Hagen-Dazs, although sometimes I have to slum it and get Baskin-Robbins. Love Hagen-Dazs' vanilla Swiss almond in a shake or cone. My ice cream store used to also sell excellent orange sherbert and pineapple sherbert. We also had a soda fountain where a soda jerk would serve up ice cream, shakes, sundaes, etc. You could even get a 3 cent phosphate soda in several flavors but they were not large in quantity and I'd usually get a 12 ounce root beer in a bottle (they didn't have cans of soda pop back then) for 5 cents.
