After a decade of time has passed the butterflies still return to my stomach each time I look at him. With the anticipation of the evenings events I apply the last touches to my makeup thinking back to the time my bedmate and I first met. It doesn’t seem as though 10 years have passed but the eve of our wedding anniversary is upon us again. He’s the only person I can’t help but giggle like a school girl with, blush, and get nervous around as I catch him staring at me through a red light. As usual we were running late for our dinner reservations. I wanted us to have a romantic fine dinning experience so I made reservations at the Driskill. No sooner had we walked through the bar, hoping my speed in 6 inch heels wouldn’t find me flat on the floor, than I hear my name being called. Thinking I was hearing nymphomatic voices in my head I kept striding behind by bedmate. Then I heard it again. I stopped for a moment thought about who could possibly be calling me and hoping to God it wasn’t a customer from the club. I steeled myself for the possibilities and turned around only to see who I thought was a friend of ours standing up waving his hands. Stunned in disbelief I shook my head and took another look as his features came into focus. Surprised at the chance encounter I walked towards him as my bedmate walked through the dinning room doors. Of all people in all places I still was having a hard time believing my eyes weren’t deceiving me. With the assistance of the Maitre D my bedmate soon found me in the middle of a group of people he didn’t recognize shaking his head wondering who in the world I could have run into that I knew. He quickly put two and two together as our friend emerged to greet him. Before long we were drinking Blue Label shots and my usual drink was on the way. Time seemed to stand still. An hour later we found ourselves seated in a romantic corner, head still spinning from the unexpected encounter when our server brought over a bottle of wine for our approval, “Compliments of your friend at the bar”. I could have hugged and kissed him right there for it set the mood of the rest of the night. As the courses continued to flow, the bottle of wine became less and less prominent, my giggling became intertwined with conversation and soon my bedmate and I were wondering if either of us could stand. Excusing yourself to the restroom over the three hour meal was challenging enough but now that the empty bottle stood at the corner of the table we wondered if either of us were brave enough to leave. Knowing that neither of us could drive we walked several blocks to meet a friend at a circus after party. As unique and eccentric as our relationship is the evening wouldn’t have been complete without contortionists, aerial acrobatics, comedians, and sword swallowers. The right amount of added flavor to finish the evening on a perfect note.
My bedmate surprised me when I woke that morning with a bouquet of roses and a card.
I was wiping sleepers from my eyes in disbelief.
My bedmate at dinner
The wonderful bottle of wine our friend sent to us.
Three of our five course meal
As usual part of the courses were devoured before the camera came out.
Espresso lamb with truffles
If my memory serves me correctly seared beef tips
Blue berry tart with watermelon sorbet
