dinner

We are going out for dinner tonight.  We had a haircut scheduled for Will. ( No, not at the place where I got mine. )

When we got there the receptionist said, “Oh, didn’t you get the call?”

“What call?” I said.

“Amanda wasn’t feeling well, so she had to go home early. But don’t worry,” she said turning to Will with a perky smile.  “We can squeeze you in with John.”

NOW, normally, after Don and me picking Will up from school, banging around the shopping center for 40 minutes until appointment time, I would have said, “Fine.  John, Amanda, what’s the diff?” And maybe Will would have gone along with it, or maybe not, but it would have been worth a try. 

But I am wiser now.  I have learned from my experience.  “No way,” I said.  “It’s Amanda or nothing.  It took us a long time to find someone who cut his hair like he likes it.  We’ll wait until she’s well again.” I wasn’t even grouchy about the drive down and the pointless meandering we had to do around the mall.  There was no way I was going to let my boy step into the unknown hair dressing shears ever again. 

We re-scheduled.  Left the salon.  Will didn’t say anything about it.  Me either.  But I felt proud just the same.  Like maybe we dodged a major bullet there.  Like I didn’t care that we gave up an hour that we could have been doing something practical.  I was glad to put my foot down and say, no way.

Anyway, how I enticed Don into coming with me for the haircut field-trip was by saying, that by the time Will’s haircut was finished, it would be five o’clock, so instead of Don having to cook tonight, we could go out for dinner instead.  And then we thought, on the drive to Will’s school, about all the delicious places we could eat at.  And we settled on this really yummy French restaurant that does amazing things with pork loin and apples and crispy chunks of potatoes, and Will adores their duck, cooked to perfection with grapes and pears and a delicious cheese polenta.

And so, even though it is no longer practical, because we didn’t get Will’s haircut, and had already driven home, our mouths were already ready for the delectable dinner, so we made a reservation anyway and will be leaving shortly.

Um...my mouth is watering just thinking about it. 

Bye, I’m off.

Posted by Meg Tilly on Tuesday, April 15, 2008 in Chewing the Fat

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