It all started on one of our first Valentine's Days together as a couple. As some of you may know, my husband is a CPA. If you know your calendar well enough, you know that February 14th falls dead in the height of tax season - where Marc is working 7 days a week, 12-16 hours a day (wait, don't I always do that year-round?), and this is one of the only nights before April 15th that I can even count of him for dinner at all. When we first moved into the area in which we currently live, the town was small, and the need for reservations for dinner on a Saturday night unnecessary. We didn't think too much about picking out a restaurant in advance, and insuring that we could celebrate by making a dinner reservation. We just figured we'd go to our favorite steakhouse, and given that it was a holiday, would probably have to wait 20-30 minutes for a table.
Wrong. 2+ hour wait at the restaurant of our choice. Ixnay on that idea, move on to our 2nd choice. No better there either. After checking a few restaurants and finding hellacious waits everywhere, tired and hungry, we decided to chuck the notion of a nice dinner and just grab a bite to eat at Denny's. As we walked up to the front door, there was actually a sign taped to the door that they were out of meat. Denny's? Out of meat? Who'd have thunk you couldn't even get a burger on Valentine's Day!!!
Since our dinner options were rapidly becoming cereal at home, we decided to hop across the street to IHOP. Surely no one went to IHOP, and how likely would it be that they'd run out of pancake batter? Fortunately for us, the only souls inside looked like they were on a field trip from the closest retirement home, and there was still plenty of food available with no wait. We laughed about how "romantic" our night was, and it was so off the wall that it had to become a tradition. So it was, and so it shall remain.
What's your favorite Valentine's story?