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Expectations
can be dangerous things. A few weeks ago I booked tickets to Cirque du Soleil
and I've been so excited ever since. I'd imagined a romantic night with dinner
before the show and James and I enjoying each other’s company. Reality was
bound to disappoint in hilarious proportions. And so it did.
My dream
date kicked off with us having a ridiculous argument. We then tried four
restaurants before finding one that could fit us for dinner. This was done with
minimal conversation and me hobbling everywhere in a 'moon boot'. Finally we
were seated for dinner with exactly one hour until show time. Tight but ok, I
thought. We ordered and waited patiently, still minimal conversation. Patiently
turned into impatiently when we were still without food 45 minutes later. The
kicker came when we discovered they had forgotten our order altogether! Dinner
ended up consisting of twisties and popcorn. Filling.
The good news is we got over our stupid argument
and the show was great. Best of all, we had great seats and they were my second
choice. Right now I am so grateful that I didn’t pay for front row. That was
the saving grace tonight. I’m grateful for small mercies.
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