I’m sure I’ve mentioned this before, but it’s really rare for Ali to get mad.
This is good because I obviously get mad enough for the both of us. This is bad though, because when Ali gets mad? He gets really mad. Like “makes a scene” mad. Which is exactly what happened on Saturday night, as we celebrated 12 blissfully happy years of marriage.
And if you sense a bit of sarcasm you wouldn’t be wrong.
Anyway, here’s what didn’t set my husband off:
- The fact that we were 10 minutes late to dinner at Crustacean because I suddenly felt the need to stop and buy a birthday gift for someone.
- The fact that the restaurant’s hostess was rather bitchy in that uptight, “I’m super important because I’m the hostess of a trendy restaurant” sort of way.
- The fact that valet parking was $10.
- The fact that we were seated right next to the noisy kitchen, despite the restaurant being approximately 60% full.
- The fact that our waiter tried to up sell us on the whole “sparkling or flat water” thing. (I only succumb to that one in Europe).
- The fact that the Shrimp Mousse appetizer was quite possibly the most disgusting thing we’d ever tasted.
Here’s what did set my husband off: The fact that we were seated next to a balustrade that Ali insisted prevented him from fully stretching out his elbow, thereby not allowing him to “eat efficiently.”
Watching my husband chase down the hostess and then talk to the manager – neither of whom particularly cared about Ali’s challenges concerning a wooden wall – was surreal. But once a year I try to be respectful of the little things, even if that means facilitating my husband’s need to stretch his arm.
After 12 years, I’m guessing it’s the least I can do.