So like, in movies and stuff, I've seen guys do the whole wining and dining thing, where they dress up and go to fancy dinners for dates and stuff. I watched a lot of Sex and the City and I thought it was always kinda ... too much. Then again I hadn't really like... done that. haha.
I think the fanciest place I've been to on a dinner date was maybe Olive Garden? Once was in high school and he worked part time, and planned it and stuff, it was really sweet.
Olive Garden was a thing, following that.
NO WAIT. Once, my friends and I went to the Blue Bayou in Disneyland. It wasn't a date though.
It was a pretty fancy place. The Pirates of the Carribbean ride was built around it, so the inside looks like a bayou by a river lit all pretty and all night time-y and stuff, and the boat thing would go by.
NO WAIT. Benihana. My high school sweetie's parents took me there for my 18th birthday. Wasn't very much a date, though.
Okay I think that's it.
hmm.
So like.
I was kidnapped two nights ago out of the blue, sort of.
He said he was taking me out to dinner. I was excited because Del Taco is delicious, or pizza or whatever. I dunno, I was hungry. On our way to there he says he was gonna take me somewhere else first before dinner, and I was like aight.
We were somewhere in Burbank, driving through the suburbs. The houses were beautifully decorated for Christmas all crazy like. And then we came to a street where there was a LOT of light coming from a house. As we closed in to park on the street my jaw was on the floor and my eyes all kinds of awed in wonderment and omfg'd.
There was a house... that looked like the North fucking Pole.
The first thing I said as we walked up the sidewalk to it was "their electric bill must be ridiculous"
You guise it was SO pretty. There was music playing and everything. I couldn't believe this shit.
It was amazing. I wish I could take my parents to see it.
And then like two houses down was ANOTHER house that went all out.
Sorry for the shitty blurry pictures. It was cold out and I was shaking, lol.
Cars that drove down the street would stop in front of the houses and just stare in awe. There were a few bystanders just standing outside the houses watching as well. It felt like Christmas for a moment. Like Christmas back home in Pennsylvania. Where everything is covered in snow and lit all pretty and there's Christmas music playing and even though it's fucking cold out, you still have that warm feeling inside from how pretty it all is. It was impossible to be a Grinch, you guise. I tried.
So while I was still dragging my jaw across the pavement, we walked back to the car to get ready to "go to dinner" whatever the fuck that meant, lol.
On the way there I recalled some areas I recognized, still in Burbank, because of the few other times I had been there to see all the pretty scenic views and stuff. He kept driving up this curvy hill that was all pretty and had some Christmas lights on some of their signs. The curbs had red paint on them, I wasn't sure if that was a thing or if the neighborhood took Christmas that seriously because I had never seen red curbs in my life. We came up to a huge pretty mansion looking building with lots of plants and trees out front, kinda looked like a hotel, but was on the top of the hill we were driving up, overlooking the city. He stopped the car right in front of it and two men came up to the car-- I thought we were getting robbed. He grabbed his stuff and opened his door to get out, and I was like omg what's happening, are we here? I got out and they drove the car away to park it.
I will still never get used to valet parking. Every time I see it it's like... a big deal to me. Even in Little Tokyo. Lauren told me that it's specifically valet when they get in your car and park your car for you and shit. I always think that that's a super nice thing. Like, a real luxury that people take for granted. Seriously, who the fuck is so damn busy in their life to not be able to park their own car that someone else has to come in and park it for you? Am I right? NO ONE. NO ONE IS THAT BUSY OR IMPORTANT. So... yeah. Valet parking. Respect. The little things, yo.
So we go inside and it's GORGEOUS.
WHAT. THE. FUCK. WHERE ARE WE. This is NOT Del Taco.
The hostess was super polite and friendly and smiley. And in the super nicest friendliest welcomiest voice ever she was like DO YOU HAVE A RESERVATION? I WAS LIKE DANG AM I CARRIE RIGHT NOW
We didn't, but it was dead. He gave them his name and they seated us in like 58 milliseconds.
It was sooooooooooo lovely inside. There were little mini dimly lit green lanterns on the tables, and she was like would you like to sit outside or inside? and he was like INSIDE CAN WE HAVE A WINDOW SEAT AND SHE WAS LIKE AIGHT.
We got a window seat and he was like look outside and I died. The view was absolutely retarded beautiful. I thought I was going to collapse.
The reflection ruins it a little bit that's the gist of it.
We were at the Cast Away.
Here's hoping that I can learn to fully take it in and appreciate it without feeling like a wet cat over the fact that it's happening to me, and that someone wants to do this for me.
On the way there I recalled some areas I recognized, still in Burbank, because of the few other times I had been there to see all the pretty scenic views and stuff. He kept driving up this curvy hill that was all pretty and had some Christmas lights on some of their signs. The curbs had red paint on them, I wasn't sure if that was a thing or if the neighborhood took Christmas that seriously because I had never seen red curbs in my life. We came up to a huge pretty mansion looking building with lots of plants and trees out front, kinda looked like a hotel, but was on the top of the hill we were driving up, overlooking the city. He stopped the car right in front of it and two men came up to the car-- I thought we were getting robbed. He grabbed his stuff and opened his door to get out, and I was like omg what's happening, are we here? I got out and they drove the car away to park it.
I will still never get used to valet parking. Every time I see it it's like... a big deal to me. Even in Little Tokyo. Lauren told me that it's specifically valet when they get in your car and park your car for you and shit. I always think that that's a super nice thing. Like, a real luxury that people take for granted. Seriously, who the fuck is so damn busy in their life to not be able to park their own car that someone else has to come in and park it for you? Am I right? NO ONE. NO ONE IS THAT BUSY OR IMPORTANT. So... yeah. Valet parking. Respect. The little things, yo.
So we go inside and it's GORGEOUS.
WHAT. THE. FUCK. WHERE ARE WE. This is NOT Del Taco.
The hostess was super polite and friendly and smiley. And in the super nicest friendliest welcomiest voice ever she was like DO YOU HAVE A RESERVATION? I WAS LIKE DANG AM I CARRIE RIGHT NOW
We didn't, but it was dead. He gave them his name and they seated us in like 58 milliseconds.
It was sooooooooooo lovely inside. There were little mini dimly lit green lanterns on the tables, and she was like would you like to sit outside or inside? and he was like INSIDE CAN WE HAVE A WINDOW SEAT AND SHE WAS LIKE AIGHT.
We got a window seat and he was like look outside and I died. The view was absolutely retarded beautiful. I thought I was going to collapse.
The reflection ruins it a little bit that's the gist of it.
We were at the Cast Away.
Our waiter/server was really, really, really nice. Like I've never seen that kind of amazing niceness from a waiter/server. They brought us bread with stuff to dip it in just because.
It was pretty dope.
This was way too much for me, so I had to get a beer and bring it down a notch. I felt bad, but when you're sitting there and you're going "I can't.." in your head from being overwhelmed you panic, and then you get a beer that tastes like piss water.
I don't even like beer that much. I'd also never had a Heineken, and never will again. Usually I drink New Castle or Blue Moon because it has a pretty name. Teehee. Even still, I don't really drink unless the occasion calls for it. This fucking called for it.
WHATTHEFUKISTHIS
WHO PAYS THAT
WHO
TELL ME
He must've been enjoying my reactions to it all, I'm sure of it.
He got the vegetarian pasta primavera thing. I only remembered that because primavera means "spring" in Spanish. I got the ... seafood combination chow mein thing that had clams and half a lobster on it.
like, I can't.
IT'S SO.... IT'S JUST... I CAN'T EAT IT.
IT'S KIND OF PRETTY
UGH THIS IS WEIRD
He devoured his plate, I ate almost all of it but couldn't down the last little pile of noodles gathered on my plate. The beer filled me up. I was determined to finish it, because fuck, but I couldn't. It was amazing though. Really really yummy. And the atmosphere. And the super nice people that work there were just omg, so nice. I mean I know it's their job but dayum, they were like REALLY nice. Should be noted!
So we left stuffed and me in a coma caused by food and feels.
Of course the drive back was a scenic one down the little hill and through Burbank and it's pretty lit up houses. The evening was wonderful. I couldn't thank him enough for the treat.
God, I can't be thankful enough PERIOD for EVERYTHING that's happened the last portion of this year. Ridiculous!
So yeah, I felt kinda like Carrie Bradshaw in some moments where I took it all in, and then mentally hacked it all back up like a scared cat, but then took it all in again and relaxed, rinse, repeat.
It's hard to imagine that people do this all the time. Like... want to romance the other in old fashioned ways that don't seem practiced anymore. It's really, really, really nice.
Here's hoping that I can learn to fully take it in and appreciate it without feeling like a wet cat over the fact that it's happening to me, and that someone wants to do this for me.
Because seriously a lot of times I'm just like
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