Sunday, May 5, 2013

Chateau De Waffles

For anyone who has not had the pleasure, Waffle House is a chain of small restaurants that serve breakfast 24hrs a day.

The food is so bad that it's good. If it isn't fried, they don't serve it.

We stopped at Waffle House this morning on the way home from getting the groceries.

Amanda and I had pulled up to the same Waffle House at the end of our first date, over 10 years ago. I couldn't tell you what I ate back then, but that would be among the most pointless details.

I couldn't sit there yesterday without reaching back for the important details of that first date.

We met that night in the Southern Inn.

We watched a movie.

We went to my place to (in spite of my ulterior motives) watch another movie. I don't think I stopped smiling or laughing all night. I'm not sure I slept much that night, but it felt like I fell asleep with a smile on my face.

When we got up - and in keeping with my luxurious style - we went to Waffle House.

November 19th,8pm, Jack and Coke for me, Yuengling beer for Amanda, I wore jeans and a leather coat that would make a drug dealer jealous, Amanda wore a sweater that was later nicknamed "the yeti, " the movie was Monsters Inc. " We sat upstairs with buttery popcorn and a bucket of coke, I was denied a kiss in the middle of the film. I was given clearance for our first the middle of a filthy alley after the movie. Our first cat, Boo, was named after one of the main characters from Monsters Inc. In keeping with the theme of computers animated movies, we watched Shrek. We went to Waffle House in Amanda's '89 Pathfinder. It was silver, rusty, and held together with expanding spray foam. Amanda put her hair up using a pencil. We went in for breakfast.

Cora and Louise were fascinated with Waffle House. Amanda and I exchanged smiles.

I think this will be another night where I fall asleep with a smile on my face.

1 comment:

  1. O Tony! Your past few entries are an absolute delight to read! While I know it's certainly not all giggles and sunshine all the damn time, what you are doing by recording all these sweet, special moments is giving tremendous gifts to your family...and yourself...and all of us who are privileged to get to read them. What a joy! If only we all had the presence of mind and forethought to do something like this: to preserve forever the beautiful snippets of our ordinary lives that, actually, are the stuff that make our lives so extraordinary. Cheers Tony! BIG HUG