Ten years? TEN years?
Tonight El Jefe and I celebrated the ten year anniversary of our first date. How the heck do I remember the actual DATE of our first date you may ask? Well, as I was getting ready for the historic event, I made a mental note that it was the birthday of my niece, Lauren. And something in me said, “Hey you can always remember your first date with El Jefe because it’s Lauren’s b-day.”
So, Happy Birthday to this girl:
Lauren, while you were turning 14 and dancing to Justin Timberlake, El Jefe and I shared a pork burrito, enchilada style, at the new hot spot of Provo – Cafe Rio.
Can anyone imagine our joy when Cafe Rio came to Sin City? Well only if you’re Cafe Rio fans I suppose. Now we can eat there, every year, on this day….or any other time we feel like it.
I will admit though, we almost didn’t go tonight. I found out that today is also National Waffle Day (so many things to celebrate on this day, the 25th). El Jefe had the option of Pumpkin Waffles or Cafe Rio. Although Pumpkin Waffles are my fave (and I happen to LOVE “Brinner” – yes, that’s short for Breakfast for Dinner – no I did not make it up but I wish I did), where was I? Oh, yes, I kind of wanted Pumpkin Waffles for dinner but I was glad I did not have to cook. El Jefe chose Cafe Rio. Yum!
Oh, and the story gets better. As we were paying I looked at the price and said “[El Jefe], why’s it so cheap?” He said “we got a discount.” Oh really, you just asked for a discount and “Viola!”
I was so confused. What discount? How’d you do that? Then El Jefe pointed out my niece’s cousin. Now, when I say that, you say, “La, then that would be your niece, too.” No, this cousin is on my niece’s other side of their family. This gal could also be called my “sister’s niece”, or my “brother-in-law’s brother’s daughter.” Confusing enough? Oh, but let me add some more confusion to the pot. This lovely girl, let’s call her “S”, is weirdly “related, but not related” to us in two different ways.
- One: She is my niece’s cousin, or, my sister’s niece, or, my brother-in-law’s brother’s daughter (as I already said).
- Two: Her sister married a boy who is the son of my father-in-law’s cousin, or, she married my husband’s second cousin. (who we’ve actually never met…)
I love it! It’s like we’re related but, really, we’re not. But we are, but we’re not…..for some reason I feel like we could be characters in a Jane Austen novel but I’m not sure why…..
Alright, after all that, I’ll bring it to the point: she works there and threw us a discount. Thank you “S”.
Some snapshots around the table:
Rather than a picture of me, I felt you should see a picture of the Cafe Rio salad with grilled steak and cilantro lime vinaigrette. Did you read that? CILANTRO LIME. Like my brother would say, “Aaaaaaaaaah, delicious.”
So my dear, El Jefe, who knew ten years ago that we would be married, with a couple of chunks, and I’d be typing up blog entries in bed about how ten years ago we went on our first date while you snored away next to me in our own Blue Bungalow? Who knew?