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Date Night

When Peter and I pass the fancy Italian restaurant on the corner, I always ask, “When are you going to take me on a date here?”  This place is the real deal.  Black Escalades line-up out front along with women – hair measuring the circumference of the sun -  in designer heels, busty frocks and enough gold to save the banking system.  It’s the kind of place where couples routinely drop a couple hundred on dinner and think nothing of it.  We always say we’ll head there on an anniversary or a birthday but never do.  The truth is, places that cater exclusively to the finer things in life freak us out.  The pomp and circumstance that go along with these sorts of meals – selecting the correct wine, the appropriate appetizer, the elegant entree – can make for a stress-filled evening of romance.

By matching memories of happiness with corresponding dinner tabs, it appears that Peter and I only need to spend about $65 (total) to feel as though we have achieved the coveted romantic meal. Wow, what a couple of cheap dates!  I was raised by a former nun/priest combo and Peter’s parents grew up during the Depression, so thriftiness runs deep in our blood.  The secret code to achieving a romantic meal at rock bottom prices was etched long ago in our DNA.

My husband and I are the kind of people who feel guilty about everything.  A very generous family member gifted us a couple of nights at the Four Seasons in Costa Rica for our honeymoon.  Our two days in paradise were spent wondering about the lives of the staff and the environmental impact of the resort on the coastal ecosystem.  I was confused by high-end amenities and how everyone seemed to know my name.  If you’re a fancy person, don’t invite us to your mansion.  We’ll act awkwardly and ask bizarre questions like, “Have you thought of converting your hot tub from electric to solar powered?”

The fearful beauty of Costa Rica

Still, if we could somehow pack away our indoctrinated distrust of luxury for one night, it would be fabulous to try and have a exquisite dinner at the restaurant on the corner.  I would love to give in to old-school, ass-kissing, royal treatment without questioning whether the produce is organic, if the bus boys are fairly compensated and if the food waste is being composted.  I’m sure it’s a resounding no to all of the above.  But who cares?  For one night…does it really matter?  Don’t answer that!

There’s a contest online from the folks at Power of Two – Date Your Mate

From their site:

Win $100 to go out and paint the town. Power of Two will send whoever has the funniest date night story out for a night on the town. We will send our lucky winner a pre-paid visa card with $100 on it to spend as you two wish.

Not bad, eh?  Maybe Peter and I could relax a little if it wasn’t our money we were spending…

For more details and to enter click here.

Good luck!

-Cathleen Carr



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  2. Mackenzie says:

    I love you guys! and i agree. Even after all this time working around exactly who you are talking about and often getting the opportunity to dine in these kind of establishments, it is still awkward and uncomfortable to both of us- and to be honest, I think it is for everybody. I think the attraction for many is to see who wins the contest of acting the MOST at home, but unless you were literally born into that world, nobody is truly comfortable. It does make for fascinating people watching though…partly because everyone is looking around, hoping they are being watched. Nonetheless, one of these days I am going to drag you two to somewhere really ridiculous to do some people watching of our own…i promise it won’t even be little romantic, those places never are ;)
    One of the best things I have learned, working for billionaires for so long, is that they really aren’t any happier than anyone else, and I would say that most of the time, they are incredibly neurotic and unhappy. Sometimes Oskar and I fall into the trap of feeling like we should do some super posh thing on our vacation because we see it around us all the time, but looking back on all the amazing opportunities we have had, the most memorable are ALWAYS the super local- the tiny restaurants hidden in the hills of an island that only serve one thing and homemade wine, the end of season party in Italy where we ended up drinking absinthe in a goat barn being the only people who spoke english but still managing to have an amazing time…those are way more memorable than any five star hotel or poncy restaurant. So I know you already know, but don’t forget that you really aren’t missing out, they are- Because once you get really used to that insane level of service, most people can’t even go back to appreciating the little local things anymore.
    (oh, and Cathleen, ‘hair measuring the circumference of the sun..” pot kettle black, methinks…)