My wife's birthday is in January. I've found this a convenient coincidence, because the gift ideas I come up with for Christmas are sometimes out of stock, so when I inevitably order them too late to get here for Sue's Christmas stocking - I find they usually arrive in plenty of time for her birthday, about 4 weeks hence. It is a beautiful scheme.
This year, the particular belated gift that I order was supposed to ship and be here by December 30. No dice. It looks like it will be a lot longer in coming. In fact way too long to make it in time for her birthday. I need a Plan B.
Plan B: Take the day off, take her to a nice brunch. Then enjoy a day at the Dallas Arboretum (Winter pricing with no flowers blooming is $5), and then pick up a cheese cake and top off the evening with a dinning experience at a local Afghan restaurant.
We had brunch at a cafe across the street from Dallas' Ebola ground-zero. Not sure, but I bet CNN's Anderson Cooper, major network reporters and Jesse Jackson probably ate there last September when the intersection of Walnut Hill Road and Greenville Avenue was the backdrop that led the top of the national news. Eggs over easy on my brochette with a short stack on the side. No disagreeable symptoms at all.
We zigged and zagged our way southeastward and pulled into the arboretum in the sunny 64 degree late morning. We strolled the grounds. lounged a bit and watched the sky cloud up in the afternoon as the weather front moved into town, bringing the promised rain at sunset.
I usually make the birthday cheesecake, but since we were going to be at the arboretum, the Royale Cheesecake Factory is just a quarter mile up the road, so we just dropped in and the birthday girl selected an amaretto cheesecake. Done.
A check of the Afghan restaurant's website said open everyday from 11 to 10. We double checked just make sure. We arrived at 7 PM, they were turning off the lights. I found somebody who spoke mostly spanish, and they indicated cerrado, closed. Close at quatro, 4 PM. Well, first the British, then the Soviets, and then the Americans always found Afghanistan to be a tough place to do business, I said. Sue was in high dungeon, but we agreed upon a nice Persian place not too far up the road. If we can't get satisfaction in Afghanistan, lets go try Iran. They're all in the same neighborhood you know.
It was a Happy Birthday.
This year, the particular belated gift that I order was supposed to ship and be here by December 30. No dice. It looks like it will be a lot longer in coming. In fact way too long to make it in time for her birthday. I need a Plan B.
Plan B: Take the day off, take her to a nice brunch. Then enjoy a day at the Dallas Arboretum (Winter pricing with no flowers blooming is $5), and then pick up a cheese cake and top off the evening with a dinning experience at a local Afghan restaurant.
We had brunch at a cafe across the street from Dallas' Ebola ground-zero. Not sure, but I bet CNN's Anderson Cooper, major network reporters and Jesse Jackson probably ate there last September when the intersection of Walnut Hill Road and Greenville Avenue was the backdrop that led the top of the national news. Eggs over easy on my brochette with a short stack on the side. No disagreeable symptoms at all.
We zigged and zagged our way southeastward and pulled into the arboretum in the sunny 64 degree late morning. We strolled the grounds. lounged a bit and watched the sky cloud up in the afternoon as the weather front moved into town, bringing the promised rain at sunset.
I usually make the birthday cheesecake, but since we were going to be at the arboretum, the Royale Cheesecake Factory is just a quarter mile up the road, so we just dropped in and the birthday girl selected an amaretto cheesecake. Done.
A check of the Afghan restaurant's website said open everyday from 11 to 10. We double checked just make sure. We arrived at 7 PM, they were turning off the lights. I found somebody who spoke mostly spanish, and they indicated cerrado, closed. Close at quatro, 4 PM. Well, first the British, then the Soviets, and then the Americans always found Afghanistan to be a tough place to do business, I said. Sue was in high dungeon, but we agreed upon a nice Persian place not too far up the road. If we can't get satisfaction in Afghanistan, lets go try Iran. They're all in the same neighborhood you know.
It was a Happy Birthday.
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