This is one of my favorite holidays, especially when I was still in school (kids in the US traditionally give valentines to everyone in their class, so it's almost like Halloween in terms of candy consumption, but with far less walking and no costume worries). Even as I got older, I was never upset about not having a date on Valentine's Day because I knew I'd be getting candy from other sources. Obviously I had my priorities in order. ;)
Mr. G and I planned to celebrate Valentine's Day by shoveling the driveway together and then going out to lunch. (He gets off work at 6am and I "earned" Friday off by working long hours on Wednesday and Thursday.) But since he was up before me, he made me breakfast: eggs and toast, yum!
Then we did our shoveling as planned and hit the road for lunch at Bahama Breeze. Why Bahama Breeze? Because I had a gift card from Christmas burning a hole in my pocket and we figured it'd be empty at lunchtime. It ended up being a great decision. :)
Since we were celebrating, I ordered a strawberry mojito. I assure you, I don't drink often and certainly not at 11:30am. But the pictures on the drink menu were so tempting, plus very few restaurants around here offer mojitos so I went for it. (When I was dancing through the aisles of JC Penney an hour later, Mr. G wasn't as sure that it had been the best choice, haha.)
Anyway, it was delicious. The black thing sticking out is the straw, the brown stick-like object is a piece of pure sugar cane. We actually got to watch the bartender feed the sugar cane stalks into a machine and out would pop a squared-off piece of the center. I was so impressed. We both tasted it and enjoyed the sweet flavor - but the texture was stringy and pulpy, so one bite was plenty.
On to the food - also yummy, and we had enough to bring home leftovers. Woo!
|my lunch = salad + veggie quesadillas|
As we were walking away (with two things in a giant plastic bag), he was just as confused as I was. I told him I wasn't trying to be difficult, I just really didn't want an unnecessary plastic bag. He agreed that a receipt is stronger evidence than a bag and smiled at me. We turned a corner to head for our exit and passed an empty cashier stand.
So he took our things out of the bag. I folded it and put the bag under the stand's counter to hopefully be used by another customer. Then we held hands and strolled out the door. I had a huge smile plastered across my face and had to kiss Mr. G once we were outside. No one from security stopped us.
One plastic bag in the grand scheme of things is nothing (and surely, we could've asked to see a copy of the security policy requiring bags, requested a manager, refrained from purchasing anything, etc.). But I liked and appreciated Mr. G's gesture. His kindness and support meant so much to me.
Then we headed home so Mr. G could get some sleep. All in all, it was a fantastic day together. :)