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Tonight was an unexpected treat. The Hunny and I went out for dinner - accidentally.
I don't know about all of y'all, but my children go back to school on Thursday. Maybelline will be a freshman at the high school, which is across the river. Oatmeal Head is in eighth grade, part of the middle school. Little Guy starts fifth grade at the intermediate school. Three separate schools, three separate enrollment dates - I've been running around like a chicken with my head cut off, trying to get everyone squared away, making sure they all have the right supplies.
Honestly (because you know I like to lie to you - all the time)? I love the running around and shopping and making sure everything is taken care of. I don't know if it's because I feel productive, or if I'm excited that the children are going back to school, or if I just love school supplies (I DO! I DO!). Whatever it is, I've been enjoying the heck out the running and the panicking and the meeting of teachers and seeing of classrooms. I've enjoyed seeing the classrooms and meeting teachers with my kids, seeing them smile when I'm not looking. Even more fun, watching them greet classmates from last year. You'd think they hadn't seen these kids in 10 years.
Today we went BACK to the intermediate school to set up Little Guy in the class, and stock his locker. It seems all the OTHER parents bought the pre-packaged school supplies from the school, enabling them to set up yesterday at enrollment. We had to count and sort last night at home, making sure everything was in order, then take it in today. That's what I'm talkin' about. The school was empty and quiet. Little Guy could focus on getting everything where it belonged and practice locking and unlocking his locker. We asked his teacher if he was interested in a millipede or two for his classroom (he wasn't - dang it!). It was GOOD (except for not being able to unload a millipede).
Tonight was parent night at the Freshman Academy (across the river). It began at six PM, and the Hunny gets off work at 6:15. We knew we'd be late, so we took the toll road and rushed and arrived at seven, thinking we'd be in time to head to classrooms and meet Maybelline's teachers. Nope. Everyone was streaming out as we arrived. In fact, only faculty were left in the building, leaving us to meet the principal (whom I adore). And leaving us with an hour or two to kill.
What to do? Where to go? I have a cool little Starbucks card, thanks to the Burgh Mom (thank you, BBM!), and wanted to head out for coffee, but my Hunny was starving, so we wound up at Johnny Carino's, new to us both. About a third of the way through our time there, Hunny asks, "Do you ever do restaurant reviews on your blog?" Well, you know that kind of question means that I sure as heck WILL NOW.
Carino's seems to want to be a Carraba's, even down to the pricing (I think they're both expensive). They are SO not a Carraba's. The table was sticky, the waiter was distracted, the food was mediocre at best. Even the bread and oil was - just weird. The little bread loaf comes out in a white paper bag, and there's some strange stuff on the plate for the olive oil - maybe it was roasted garlic? - and it was tasteless. The Hunny ordered Chicken Parmesan and it was ... I didn't taste it, but he wasn't wild about it. I can tell you that it didn't look all that appetizing. He only ordered that because the spaghetti and meatballs - his first choice - passed us as he was about to order, and it didn't look very good.
I kept trying to give them the benefit of the doubt. Maybe the chef was having an off night. The waiter too. But the sticky table, the bread in a bag and the tasteless oil concoction? I don't think so. Needless to say, we didn't stick around for the homemade tiramisu. Guess where we went instead? Guess? STARBUCKS!!!
Mmmm! Not only did I enjoy a Cinnamon Dulce Latte (hot - it's been surprisingly cool for August in Tulsa - yay!), I sat outside with my Hunny and just talked for an hour. I'd nearly forgotten what that was like. He's a dreamer, always full of ideas, and I love hearing them spill. No worries about life, no working through some problem with a child, no talking money - just dreaming and thinking out loud. The sun was setting, a cool breeze was blowing (there is ALWAYS a breeze blowing in Tulsa!), birds in the tree next to us were settling in for the night. Heaven.
And now I'm home. Ready to visit with all of YOU. Anyone out there want a millipede?
Until I write again ...