#950 – Choices…
It’s Tuesday night as I am writing this blog. With that in mind, last night my wife and I did our annual “Two or three days after Valentine’s Day Dinner” dinner. For those of you that might be unfamiliar with that event, let me explain:
“Two or three days after Valentine’s Day Dinner” is an event that is celebrated by couples who have been married for quite some time (check), don’t put a lot of stock into a Hallmark created holiday* (check) and also refuse to spend two to three hours at a restaurant waiting for a table to open up on Valentine’s Day (double-check).
My wife and I used to do the whole “Valentine’s Day Dinner” thing until we wised up and realized, if we just waited another day or two, we could easily go out to dinner with a heck of a lot less stress, aggravation or waiting and waiting and waiting and just getting hungrier and hungrier and hungrier as we smell the restaurant food or watch other people dine away.
So, last night, we left to go to our favorite
True statement. It is absolutely a Hallmark created holiday.
There are apparently several legendary St. Valentines. One or more of them have marriage among their patronages, and marriage is a fine thing. But that has very little to do with the way Valentine’s day is celebrated.
Valentine’s Day is absolutely one of the worst days ever to try to eat at a restaurant. Cooking for your sweetie or getting carry out or (as you do) going out on a subsequent weeknight out is going to be MUCH better. If it HAS to be Valentine’s day, don’t hassle your server or run him or her to death. He or she is overworked, frazzled, harrassed, and berated by small-minded people who hope their overbearing bad behavior will make them feel bigger. Bring up any problems calmly. Don’t linger cos they need that table for the people in line. And tip big.
In my five years of waiting tables, the only day worse than Valentine’s day was Mother’s Day.
Well said, man. Well said indeed.