After the casino we go and freshen up and get ready for our reservation for dinner. Now we were on a “Free Style cruise” which means there was no set time for you to eat. You could just go anytime and eat in the main dining room or you could reserve a spot in one of the specialty restaurants. We decided on the French Bistro because we always eat Italian and the steak house was all booked up. So we walk in and the wife decides to pull a fast one. She tells the matrie di that it is my birthday. We get a nice dinner. I mean the steak au poive was ok but I have had a lot better. They didn’t even have any fucking peppercorns. And I doubt that they used a veal stock to brew the sauce. But it was ok as was the creamy mushroom soup in the sourdough bread and the asparagus side dishes. The potato’s kind of sucked though. But the vanilla bean cream brule was decent. And we had a great Super Tuscan wine that they actually decanted for us. So that was great.
But here is the funny part. After we had our desert the waiter’s come over with a little cake and sing Happy Birthday. I guess my wife thought I would get all embarrassed. Hah. I told her later that I am the embarrassor not the embarrassee. As they were singing all stood up and encouraged every to join in. Then I tried to get them to all sing Take Me out to the Ball Game. Then Baby Come Back. Finally they told me to sit down and shut up and eat my cake.
Just goes to show you can’t bust the balls of a ball buster.
Especially after two bottles of a Super Tuscan wine.
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Sometimes ya gotta have a good time now matter how hard they try to stop ya...
Lucky they did not throw you overboard Trooper. There are a lot of miserable people in this world.
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