I was the responsible planner. On Wednesday I saw this groupon and started envisioning a romantic dinner on a secluded patio downtown ($10 for $25...and free parking...that's the romantic part), a little strollin' under the lights and magic that is the San Antonio Riverwalk on a Friday night, followed by a visit to the planetarium for a classic nerd show (Extreme Planets...huzzah!).
What I got was just south of that...
We had to pay $10 for parking. And then we wandered around for 20 minutes trying to find this "nice, sit-down" restaurant overlooking the Riverwalk. And then we thought we'd found it but we couldn't get into the hotel (it was on the first floor of the Courtyard Marriott) because we didn't have a room key. And so we called the hotel...and they called their "restaurant"...and then some guy let us in. Still not sure how people access that place without reservations! Dinner was a huge disappointment. I'll leave it at that and just say that an hour and a half later we walked out all disgruntled-like and with a piece of cheesecake as some token of their compensation for lacking service. Neither of us wanted the cheesecake so we decided to give it to a nice bum that started talking to us but he was DIABETIC. Cheesecake rejected, we headed off to the planetarium. Didn't realize that was cash only. The Gregwallet had to dash off to a corner store right before the show started so we could get in. And then I fell asleep 5 minutes into the program (notice a trend?) and woke up with 4 minutes to spare. Ok, not really, the Gregalarm woke me up when the credits started rolling. And then he took me home.
Buuuuut, we did win a commemorative 50-year coin at the planetarium. Woot! My Star Wars orchestral score wits with the Gregshouter's unabashed crying out of my answers is a combination to be reckoned with (when competing for commemorative coins, that is). Though don't ask him, he'll tell you he knew the answer without me whispering it in his ear...credit where credit is due sir!
But for serious, nothing went right and we still had the funnest night. You know, between the "Really? What else can go wrong?" looks and also, "Remember how we're going to remember when we went on this really awful date? And they took 8 years to get us ketchup??" comments.
PS - It's not uncommon for hamburgers and fries to be served without ketchup in Texas. I know, I almost cried too.
PPS - Only at ridiculous "fancy" restaurants do they give you a miniature glass Heinz bottle when you ask for ketchup.
PPPS - More on the miniature glass Heinz bottle later.
Also, yes, we're that couple that orders hamburgers and sandwiches at a nice restaurant. I'm over it.
Have a great day :-)
1 comment:
Oh the 8 years of which were spent waiting for your tiny bottle of ketchup... :)
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