Birthday Bliss

by Natalie P.

August 15, 2007 | Filed Under The Heartless Bitch Way | No Comments

I have to say that the bf simply *rocks* when it comes to birthdays and just in general. It makes up for all the times he totally tries to wind me up (and sometimes succeeds).

This year for my birthday I had mentioned that I wanted to do something nice and romantic – just the two of us, and I indicated a couple of restaurant options that I would enjoy. 

Two days before my birthday, the bf took me, my son and my son’s gf out to dinner at one of the aforementioned restaurants. I didn’t know where we were going – it was a surprise, so I also didn’t realize that he didn’t know the location, and he shot right past it in the car.  When he seemed genuinely lost looking for the restaurant, he finally had to concede where he was taking us, and I explained that it was “back there”, and he had over shot by several blocks.  Regardless, we made it on time for our reservation and the meals were exceptional.

For my birthday itself, he told me that he was taking me out to dinner, just the two of us, but the location was a surprise.  I was to be ready at 6pm, dressed for “casual fine dining”…  I knew it had to be just the two of us because all of our friends were away camping/cottaging.

When he arrived home from work that day, he told me I would also need a pair of jeans, “for later”. I still had no idea what he was up to.  We got in the car and eventually I figured out where we were going – it was the other restaurant I had mentioned, and it was not too far from our cottage.  Of course, to make things truly entertaining, we had to stop at the monster Home Hardware store in Perth, just because.  I was a tad overdressed for the detour, but enjoyed it anyway because I love poking around the place too. (They always have the coolest stuff on sale, and I’ve found some great bargains there.).

When we got back on the road, he shot right past the nice restaurant and pulled into the parking lot of a diner about 2 kms down the road. I questioned why he was pulling in here and he said, “Wasn’t this the place you said you wanted to go?”

“Uh, NO.”

“You’re sure?  I thought it was this one.” 

“No. It’s the one we drove past.”

He looked genuinely conflicted. “Are you sure you don’t want to have dinner here?”

“Definitely not.”  I generally can tell when he is pulling my leg, but this time I wasn’t sure if he really had screwed up. After all, the other night he really DID drive right past the other restaurant because he didn’t realize exactly where it was.  Had he really forgotten which one I had mentioned?

He turned the car around and headed back to the nice restaurant.  The parking lot was packed as he pulled in, still insisting he really thought it was the other place that I had mentioned.  Now I was worried. It was a friday night and you usually can’t get in the place on a weekend without a reservation.  To make matters even worse, as we were approaching the restaurant, I let him know that I thought my period was about to start (the cramps had just started). I seldom pay attention to when my period is supposed to start because my tubes are tied and pregnancy is not a concern.  This time however, I was caught REALLY off guard because I didn’t have any sanitary products with me. “Don’t you have them in your purse?”, he asked. 

“No, I didn’t bring my regular purse – I brought the minimalist one, and it doesn’t have anything in it.”

Of course, this WOULD be the day I decided to wear a white skirt.  Damn it all to bloody hell. Literally.

We got out of the car, and he went around to the back and opened the hatch. From a bag in the back, he pulled out a tampon and a panty-liner and handed them discretely to me.  I was flabbergasted.  “I thought I’d pack them just in case.” While I stood there looking stunned, he looked thoroughly and exceedingly pleased with himself.

As we walked up to the restaurant door, he said, “It’s a good thing we have reservations.”  The bugger.

The dinner was simply wonderful, and afterwards we drove to the cottage where he cracked open a bottle of ice wine, and gave me presents from him and his family.  (I now have the airbrush I wanted!). In addition he gave me two books – one on cleaning and dressing game (I had almost bought it for myself a while ago), and one on “how to fish” that is simply fantastic.  It’s just a brilliant book that explains everything about fishing for the kinds of game fish we have here in Ontario.  Fishing is my meditation. When I fish, the rest of the world disappears.  I can spend hours out on the boat or standing on shore fishing. I’m not very good at it, but I love it.  And now, with this book, hopefully I’ll get better. 

After opening presents, we changed in to jeans and went down to the dock with a blanket and our wine to watch the Perseid meteor shower, which, in my excitement I had totally forgotten about.  Just for my birthday, there seemed to be no mosquitoes.  The only sound was the splashing of frogs and the occasional howling of a distant dog. It was so dark you could see the Milky Way.  And the meteors, of course. It was one of the best birthdays, ever.

The next day we drove back into town, packed up some camping gear and headed out to a friend’s farmhouse cottage up near Mt. Tremblant.  There were 15 of us up there for the weekend, and on the Saturday night, they surprised me with a fabulous set of cakes (one chocolate, one rum cake) and MORE PREZZIES.  Among the great gifts were gadgets, Season 1 of “Bones”, fishing gear, and gift certificates to LeBaron’s (hunting and fishing outfitters), and Lee Valley Tools – two of my all time favorite stores right now.  Using my new book as a guide, I’ve already mapped out a bunch of gear to get with my gift certs. To top things off, J gave me a bottle of Ouzo as payback for the bottle of Fireball Whiskey I gave him on his birthday. (It was evil, I know). With it being Greekfest right now, I think that Ouzo bottle is going to get opened and some of us are going to be seriously hurting the next day. If I’m going down and out on Ouzo, I plan on taking J and a few others down with me.

Opa!

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