Romantic Dinner Conversation
Topics that Husbandrinka and I Discussed While Out At Dinner on Valentine's Day Eve
1. The tragedy of the Continental flight which crashed in Buffalo.
2. How we fly Continental to North Carolina all the time.
3. How if you fly a lot, it's only a matter of time.
4. How the house in New Jersey where Husbandrinka grew up was built on the site of a factory that made glow-in- the-dark watches.
5. How no, he made a mistake. It was the site of a glass factory, the field where he played soccer was the former site of the factory that made glow-in-the-dark watches.
6. How he might have shared this information with me before he impregnated me twice.
7. How he was sure that he'd told me, but I never listen.
8. How he doesn't understand why I'm so freaked out about this. Wasn't I a Chernobyl survivor myself?
9. How no, unlike the watches, I don't glow in the dark, and Chernobyl happened like 10 years after I left the Soviet Union and for crying out loud, if he thought that I'd survived Chernobyl, didn't he wonder why I never ever talked about it? I mean, I talk about everything. Jesus Christ.
10. How unfortunate it is when Valentine's Day coincides with my PMS so that I overreact to casual dinnertime banter.
Bonus: How when I commented that next time we should get to the restaurant before 7pm to take advantage of the recession-friendly prixe fixe, Husbandrinka took my hand in his and gazing into my eyes warned, "but then we'll be on that slippery slope to the early bird special."
This is why I want to grow old with him. (And no one else asked me).
1. The tragedy of the Continental flight which crashed in Buffalo.
2. How we fly Continental to North Carolina all the time.
3. How if you fly a lot, it's only a matter of time.
4. How the house in New Jersey where Husbandrinka grew up was built on the site of a factory that made glow-in- the-dark watches.
5. How no, he made a mistake. It was the site of a glass factory, the field where he played soccer was the former site of the factory that made glow-in-the-dark watches.
6. How he might have shared this information with me before he impregnated me twice.
7. How he was sure that he'd told me, but I never listen.
8. How he doesn't understand why I'm so freaked out about this. Wasn't I a Chernobyl survivor myself?
9. How no, unlike the watches, I don't glow in the dark, and Chernobyl happened like 10 years after I left the Soviet Union and for crying out loud, if he thought that I'd survived Chernobyl, didn't he wonder why I never ever talked about it? I mean, I talk about everything. Jesus Christ.
10. How unfortunate it is when Valentine's Day coincides with my PMS so that I overreact to casual dinnertime banter.
Bonus: How when I commented that next time we should get to the restaurant before 7pm to take advantage of the recession-friendly prixe fixe, Husbandrinka took my hand in his and gazing into my eyes warned, "but then we'll be on that slippery slope to the early bird special."
This is why I want to grow old with him. (And no one else asked me).
Labels: Husbandrinka
posted by Marinka at
12:01 AM
41 Comments:
Oh how I wish that, one day, I will be able to find someone just as romantic. And just as afraid of early-bird specials.
HAHAHA your dinner conversation is way better than ours. Ours revolved around the bowel habits of our 3 year old and the sleeping habits of our 4 yr old.
Oh and hubby and I LOVE to get the "early bird specials" and actually adjust everything we do when we go out to accomidate that. hehehe we are the oldest 32yr old and 34 yr olds out there.
He is right though. Once you are an early-birder there is no going back, and it is a sure sign of old age. Husbandrinka is merely protecting you.
LOL glow in the dark watches :p
I had no dinner conversation. There was no dinner. There was no card, no e-mail, and no text message for that matter. He did buy a generator the day before Valentine's because of a power outage we had (and frequently do). That was romantic, right?
you two are my favorite internet couple. Next years blogger awards better have a king and queen of the internet. They better.
"The slippery slop to the early bird special..." Good thing he is looking out for you guys.
My husband and I have gotten to the early bird dinner specials mainly because it just isn't crowded and we don't have to wait. Guess that means we are old. Oh well.
That's...something. I'll get back to you...
No, actually, I won't...moments like this mean nothing to a woman on the verge of divorce...
Oh...didn't I mention that? This is how I make all my huge announcements in life, now: via someone's comment box. That way only the truly chosen or the truly dedicated get to know about it.
C'est la view...typo, but i'm keeping it...
You come to NC all the time and you haven't looked me up? What?
Because this post is all about ME, right?
don't say that about flying! My hub flies all the time!
As for your conversation with your hub...hilarious. you two are super funny. I can only imagine your kids sense of humor too!
You can lead a man to Valentine's Day, but you can't make him romantic. So now I don't even bother.
Yep, it's just a few more years until you're eating cheeseburgers with black coffee at 4 p.m., then going home to write angry letters to the government.
You have to love a guy that fears the slippery slope to acting like old people. He can thank that 20 year old in the freezer or your witty banter for keeping him on his young-ish toes. :)
And... my SIL was a young girl in Belarus when Chernobyl happened and she has only talked about it a couple times in the 5 years that I've known her. I'm glad you missed it!!
Braja? Really? I'm sorry.
Marinka, plane crashes, toxicity, pms... how romantic! LOL! He did take your hand and gaze into your eyes though. That has to count for something!
I would've loved to have been at the table beside you eavesdropping.
Your posts are so satisfying--what a nice valentine:
If you fly enough, its only a matter of time...
Hey, mine asked his mother to go to dinner with us.
Okay, I thought you were from Russia.
Chernobyl is in what is now the Ukraine. Is husbandrinka that bad at geography?;)
So sweet!
Next time we're in NYC, you are doule dating with Jeff & I. Like it or not.
What isn't romantic about that? Travel...childhood memories...past struggles...plans for the future. You've covered everything. PLUS hand holding!
I do believe your early bird special stories will be even better than this. Start now!
Dinner conversation? Are you saying you're supposed to talk to your husband?
When you start having dinner conversations about bowel movements and denture cream, THAT'S when you're in trouble.
I think you guys are safe for now.
I can only imagine what the pillow talk is like.
Happy late Valentine's time.
How very romantic.
Our V Day consisted of eating cheesecake and having to leave the restaurant early because I was nauseous, and then watching the movie Troy, after about half an hour I fell asleep. Woo hoo!!
He's so cool. Once you get to early-bird specials, you have to eat things like sliced turkey or meatloaf with mashed potatoes. You may as well stay home and pop an Encore entree in the oven at that point.
I love Husbandrinka. But not in the creepy trying-to-get-him-for-myself way. No no no. Just in that ahhh *sigh* he-said-something-sweet-to-Marinka (who totally deserves it) way.
interesting...my pms ALWAYS coincides with hallmark holidays. actually, all holidays. actually, all days.
Sounds familiar. I freaked b/c hubs didn't kiss me immediately upon walking thru the door, ergo I always have to ask for affection, etc., he's a jerk, etc. Fucking PMS. After I calmed down I forgave him for making me upset.
You guys are so sweet.
Pfft! We just shared a porterhouse! Know what time it is? 8 PM! Eat that early bird special! (.... I'm not sleeping tonight am I?)
That's not fair! I only get to comment so often over here and the day I want to comment on a really wonderful post, you've turn comments off? Anyway, I'm commenting here to a different post. The one about your step-son. It was lovely, if not slightly exposing.
He's a keeper - cat allergy and all.
A few weeks ago while out to dinner my husband and I sat there for a long time without a word to say to each other. I warned him to come up with topics for the next time. Valentine's was celebrated Monday and he was better, but I took work banter off the table for romantic dinners.
And I thought that glow in the dark was from those funky condoms that came out of the truck stop dispenser.
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You are hilarious!!
(Similar sarcasm to my own.. But you might be funnier! haha)
Linda
It is so interesting when people (you in this case) are so honest.
I believe it helps women to know these strange little things that, secretly, we all feel we are suffering with alone.
Great post. GREAT.
OK, tried to twitter and it's broken. Can't find your email address. Email me with it: kristinm100@ahoo.ca. Your post today (Feb. 18) is awesome...
Hello! Just had to stop by and comment how I am enjoying your blog. Hope you don't mind if I follow along for a while!!
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