What an experience. I mean, we're there on a weeknight in Richmond, Virginia in between strip shopping mall centers at this HUGE restaurant and there's a wait. There are no fewer then 5 birthdays being celebrated with halfhearted singing from the waitstaff and Miley Cyrus balloons. I mean, did I miss something? When did Red Lobster become the de facto place to go celebrate your birthday? I would have given it more thought, but my thoughts were drowned out by the teenager at the next table arguing with her mother about her basketball coach over her birthday cake. So I opted to repeat to myself over and over: My child will not be like that.
So back to the restaurant, in full disclosure, I did once spend Valentine's Day at the Red Lobster in Beaumont, Texas with my friend Paige. But Valentine's was on a Tuesday that year and we were in Beaumont to audit this company that made box cars. They had a sign at the entrance that said 'This facility has not experienced a major accident/fatality in ___ days'. And the number scribbled in when we got there was 5. Needless to say we turned down the guided tour we were offered. We did not turn down dessert at Red Lobster, though, but couldn't finish it. So we polished it off for breakfast the next morning at the client. So professional! What a romantic trip. Thanks for an awesome 2001 Valentine's Day Paige!
So anyways, three cheers for Brad, my very patient, wonderful, willing to go to Red Lobster so his pregnant wife can get cheddar biscuits husband. And another three cheers to you if you've made it through this blog post/stream of consciousness.
Oh, and BabyCenter says the baby is now the size of an.....