Part of what helped convince him of this, however, was going over to our friend's house yesterday. Barb and Paul are some of the best people. We had originally had plans to have a student government luncheon, but our advisor forgot. Thus, we ended up at Barb and Paul's house. Barb and I finished two bottles of wine. We watched Avatar and It's Complicated with them and had some food. It was a wonderful time. I know that JJ had been depressed, but he admitted after leaving their house yesterday that it was just the thing that he needed to shake off the funk he was in. I'm glad that he got that.
Since we had a gift card for Biaggi's Ristorante Italiano, we opted to go there for his dinner. We've been to Biaggi's only once before and that was for Valentine's Day. (Being that we're just sappy enough to enjoy being married, but not sappy enough to buy into all the pathetic gimmicks of Valentine's Day, all that we did was go out to dinner--which we might've done any other day.) Anyways, we got there and decided what we wanted. Please note that I have a lack of pictures from this dining experience because I was more excited about eating the food than anything else. I often forget to have the presence of mind to take my crappy, grainy pictures. I am, in this way, a TERRIBLE blogger.
At any rate, we started out with black currant iced tea and bread with oil and parmesean cheese. Then, we ordered Calimari to split, and JJ got broccoli cheese soup. I got a roasted beet and baby arugala salad which I'm pretty sure that I would sell children to be able to eat every day. This, however, is one of the items that I lacked the presence of mind to photograph.
The calamari was mostly decimated by the time I remembered to take a picture
For dinner, JJ got some kind of penne gorganzola, which he found most enjoyable. I got butternut squash ravioli. It was so wonderful! It was ravioli stuffed with butternut squash and coated in a butter sauce (and by that I mean butter that might have had some other seasoning to it, but was mostly just butter). It also had chunks of squash on top of it and some kind of leafy green. They served it with walnuts, but I didn't think that they really added anything to the dish, so I ended up scooping them off to the side.
This, too, was mostly gone by the time I remembered the picture. On the upside, you can clearly see the walnuts, of which I strongly disapproved.
Afterward, we planned to hit a movie, but JJ wasn't feeling too well. And, after a meal whose slogan appeared to be, "No carb left behind!" I sort of agreed. We, instead, went to Target and bought some media we wanted. I bought a Sookie Stackhouse novel. Why? Because I'm so into the whole True Blood thing that I'm pretty sure I'll pee the night season three premiers on HBO. Also, if you've ever seen Eric Northman, you know why. JJ also insisted on buying me the first season of True Blood on DVD--even though I argued with him because I knew it wasn't cheap. JJ bought himself Terminator Salvation, and we agreed that we might read The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo by Stieg Larson together.
I mean, does anyone else know how weird it feels when your husband urges you to buy stuff on his birthday? I feel pretty guilty, but I do have an incredible weakness for vampires. I'm talking incredible weakness for them. Anne Rice, Charlaine Harris, hell, even Stephenie Meyer (I hate that I love her books. Hate it. But they appeal to my inner teenager, to whom I try to cater every so often). At any rate, we'll be spending the evening in our king-size bed with a bottle of Prosecco and our DVD's. It's really better this way. We'll enjoy ourselves more at home than we would out, worrying about what we're spending. Not that we don't want to get away from our house because we do, but we just don't have out-on-the-town funds right now.
On the upside, my birthday man is pleased which is what I hoped to accomplish.
