So we
decided to do it yesterday. Of course
that meant I didn’t get nearly as much done as I usually do on Mondays. And Chris didn’t get to work on the quilt she
has laid out on the table. But I thought
it was worth the trade-off. You’ll have
to ask her what she thought. We went to
lunch. Not just any lunch, though. We had a gift card to Rudy and Paco’s, one of
the “special” places to eat here. What’s
“special” mean? They have real
tablecloths, and cloth napkins, and waiters that remember what you order, and a
girl whose job is to walk around with a bottle of water and refill your drink. And speaking of waiters, they have to wear
uniforms, not just a t-shirt and jeans.
There are monstrous bottles of wine on display. I don’t know if they were real or not, but
they were huge. Does wine come in such
big bottles? One whole wall was nothing
but a massive mirror, so the place looks a lot bigger when you first walk in than
it really is. I guess that’s by design,
though. They have one section of the wall
by the welcoming station with photos of the owners (that would be Rudy and
Paco, of course) posing with the numerous celebrities who have eaten
there. We didn’t stop to see who they
were, though. That’s on my agenda for
next time we go in. I ordered fried
shrimp. Actually I can’t pronounce what
they called it on the menu. It was in
Spanish and incorporated four different very long words. The description was in English, though. Fried shrimp.
That’s what I ordered. And ketchup. I had to special order the ketchup. Chris ate some chicken that also had a long
Spanish name attached. Mine came with
rice and broccoli. But you have to
understand, they didn’t just slop a hunk of broccoli and a scoop of rice on a
plate. The broccoli was covered in some
kind of buttery sauce. Good stuff. But the rice.
Now the rice was a masterpiece.
In the grand tradition of Moody Gardens, which I am sure had nothing to
do with their presentation decisions, the rice was intricately formed into a
pyramid. That is one I have never seen
before. A pyramid of rice. That made it fun. I mean, when it’s evident that they have
already been playing with your food back in the kitchen, why shouldn’t I continue
when they bring it to me? OK, OK. I confess that Chris didn’t allow me to
reform it into a rice hippopotamus, which would have been my goal, for
sure. I do wish they had poured some of
that butter sauce on top of the pyramid, though.
After lunch
we took a leisurely stroll around a nearby antique shop just off the
Strand. Very nice, non-stressful hour or
so. Now we ended the date by running a
few errands. Post Office to mail our tax
return in to the accountant. Bank to
redo the term on our tiny little IRA’s.
And finally, where else to end the perfect date on Galveston
Island? Of course … WalMart. Can’t beat that for a romantic culmination to
the day, right? I’m sure she’ll remember
this year forever. Well, maybe after she
actually gets a gift on Saturday. I have
been married for 40 years, come June. So
… hmmm. Ideas …
Proverbs
31:10 says, “A wife of noble character
who can find? She is worth far more than
rubies.”
Father,
thank you once again for my great wife and partner and friend. Amen.
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