Five

Five is the number that we celebrated yesterday.

Yup. That’s right. M and I hit the big 5. It kind of feels like a deep inhale and long and thorough exhale. One of those yogic ones where literally no breath is left in your body. A thorough oxygenation of your physical being. We are now ready for some heavy-duty relationship stuff. Maybe another baby. Maybe another dog?

It will be quite interesting to see what the next 5 years brings.

We always eat at some crazy fancy kind of restaurant for these sort of events. M always picks. He likes to surprise me too, so I never know where we are going. That makes it extra fun for both of us.

Last night?

Reservations at California Grill, on the 15th floor of the Contemporary Resort at DisneyWorld. And storm clouds were a’rollin’ in  as we were heading up and being seated. M had asked for a window seat and so there we were…noses pressed to the glass (me mostly) as we took in the gorgeous view of the Castle in the distance and the lights of Disney spread out all around. And those storm clouds. And then the rain. And the crazy Floridian lightning.

Dinner:

Spicy Kazan Roll . . . Crab, Shrimp, Bay Scallops, Tuna, and Fireball Sauce

Crispy Chicken with Leek and Manchego Fondue, Truffled Whipped Potatoes, Pinot Noir Chicken Glaze

Oak-fired Filet of Beef with Tillamook Cheddar Gratin, Broccolini, and Teriyaki Barbecue

One amazing cheese course, several unbelievably expensive glasses of wine and the most ridiculous dessert finished the night off.

Food coma are the best 2 words to describe what I fell into when we got home. Apparently there was a rip-roarer of a storm last night. However I was firmly under in the land of truffle scented potatoes, rich Merlot, cypress leaf wrapped cheese and medium rare filets. No wonder I didn’t wake up at all.

Mmmhmmmm, I sure do love these fancy dinners.

As we were heading to the elevator on our way back down from food bliss, I noticed a little something on my calf. A bright red band-aid, right next to my pretty shoes. It went quite nicely with my pretty dress, my borrowed handbag and my freshly shaved legs. The life of a fulltime working Mum is such that shaving my legs is relegated to the back corner of ‘things to do’.

And that is probably why I cut myself while I was shaving yesterday. It was like I was 12 years old all over again, t felt like it had been that long. And my legs agreed. It was a long shower.

I think the gorgeous diamond earrings from my husband of five years made up for that ridiculous band-aid though. Right?

As I am still recovering from my food coma, I’ll cut this short…

xoxo a.m.