Mr. Random and I recently had our gazillionth wedding annversary (I am NOT as old as this makes me seem--we got married in pre-school). So, we got the Randomlings all hopped up on pizza and rootbeer, then once they were engrossed in watching a dvd, we made a break for it.
And we were off for our Big Night Out on the Town! (Before anyone freaks and tries to hunt down my true identity so they can report me to the proper authorities, remember that we've been married a GAZILLION years. That means our oldest Randomling would be at least a bazillion, so chill out).
The first part of our BNOT was dinner at Famous Dave's BBQ. (My definition of Big Night Out on the Town and yours might be different, ok)! I loves me some FD's brisket. Well, usually anyway--more on that in a minute.
Anyhoo, we ordered the 'Que for Two' then settled in to stare lovingly into each other's eyes as we contemplated our many years of marital bliss. Or maybe we talked about what teams had made the play-offs, or why the toilet in our front bathroom keeps backing up.
Eventually our waiter broke into our secret little dome of love and set down a giant platter full of tastiness. I noticed immediately that something was awry. Normally, the brisket is naked, perched enticingly on a piece of Texas toast so you can dress it up in any old kind of sauce you like before devouring it. (I didn't mean for that last sentence to sound so suggestive, but hey, Mr. Random and I had just come out of our love-dome). This time, it was already slathered in sauce not of my choosing. Was it a cover up, you ask? Yes, it was, I answer.
We had apparently gotten the tail end of the brisket (no weird pun intended) so the pieces we got were half meat/half fat and therefore HALF AS TASTY AS USUAL.
Seriously, Dave. If I wanted beef lard on toast I would have ordered that.
Coward that I am, I did NOT bring this up to the waiter or management. It's not that I'm afraid to speak up when something doesn't meet my expectations, it's that I'm afraid they're going to bring me out another plate of brisket covered in special saliva sauce. That is a chance I am not willing to take.
So, when the waiter came by to ask the routine "How is everything", I said, "Fine" when I really wanted to say, "It looks like Angus could have used a few more laps around the back 40".
The non-lard portion of the brisket was good, though. And I have to say whoever thought of putting jalepenos and corn in mac and cheese is a freakin' genius.
Moving on to the next bit of our evening fantastique, we headed over to a theater where I finally got to see Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part Un.
Overall, I thought the movie was well-done. They still left out things from the book that bugged me, but it was a million times better than it would have been had they tried to cram all 759 pages onto 2 1/2 hours of film.
The main problem with the movie as I see it was not enough Tom Felton, er, Draco Malfoy. They could have worked him into more scenes. It would have been totally plausible if he'd gone travelling around with Harry, Ron, and Hermione. I mean, they're all BFFs, right?
And of course, too little Voldy. I loves me a man with red eyes and slits for a nose. Yum.
I won't tell you what happened after we went back home *wink* *wink*. I won't tell you how I got more comfortable in my pair of red flannel snowman pjs and mismatched slipper socks, brushed my teeth, crawled into bed and...promptly fell asleep. (In my defense, it takes a lot of effort separating edible beef from nasty, rubbery crap and I have a tiny Randomling on board).
Now I know you're asking yourself, "How many kids do these people have?"
All I can say in response is, Mr Random and I haven't been married for a gazillion years for nothing ;)