Six Months at the Six Seven

Friday marked an important milestone - my boyfriend and I celebrated the fact that we have put up with each other throughout our six months of dating. That's the longest that I have ever offically dated a normal human.

After hearing me rant and rave about a particular restaraunt for months, after enduring the countless times that I spouted about the indoor river with real fish, the amazing views, and how cool it would be for us to go there-- my awesome boyfriend took me there Friday evening.

We enjoyed a nice 13-block walk along the Seattle waterfront (what a gorgeous viaduct!) to get our appetites going. When we arrived, I was a little surprised. The restaraunt wasn't at all as I remembered it. Now, the last time I was there WAS four years ago- and that event involved an elvis impersonating limo driver- who also married people in Las Vegas for a living. But, nothing was what I had been excited to see for all these months- no indoor river with bridge!

The interior was made up of cool fake trees with prosthetic limbs (tree limbs of course) and contrasted with crystal chandeliers- it was kinda like fine dining in a forest. I ordered wine right away with the expertise of our server- who hand held me through the process. I ordered a cesar salad ( I know! An everyday salad at a famous seafood restaurant) my boyfriend ordered the mahi mahi- being very excited about the fact that it came with steak fries.

My ten dollar salad ended up being six, completely intact, lettuce leaves with cheese sprinkled on top. My boyfriend's $28 mahi mahi was the size of a slice of bread- the steak fries were practically invisible. At least we enjoyed each other's company- I think I horrified him as I constantly strayed from formal dining etiquette- dipping pieces of bread in my white wine (it was good!), squealing about the sqaure-shaped plate, and drinking 3/4 of my wine in the first four minutes.

Speaking of social etiquette- we waited in the ferry terminal for our boat back to Bremerton, we saw a woman make her way towards the men's bathroom. My boyfriend and I watched silently with much amusement as she entered, discovered her mistake and embarrassingly walked away. The guy behind us began roaring histerically. We both acknowledged the fact that we didn't stop her before hand even thought we could have- I think we both wanted to watch the scene play out for itself.

All in all, the night was awesome and expensive. My boyfriend wouldn't let me pay for anything. When it came to round two of drinks, I offered to cover it, before I realized that I left my debit card in my car- which meant he also had to buy my ferry ticket back..... I DID have enough cash on me to buy lifesavers on the ferry. So my contribution to the $100+ night was .75 cents- what a great boyfriend. If only I could pay for everything in life with lapdances...