Sometimes, the night you had looked forward to, being that you had chose to visit a place you were dying to see, turns out to be a tense nightmare. And you just don’t care to write about that place.
That happened Friday. Heidi and I had visited a restaurant, one I had fancied visiting for years, yet a ton of weighty emotions subdued the cool, historic atmosphere. The menu, if you were to read the cover, mentioned that the place was haunted. Now I’m not a superstitious fellow, but maybe a malevolent spirit interfered with our exchanges.
Whatever the case, this Appleton eatery, an absolutely wonderful place, was the first excellent spot, and I’m being sincere, that I have not featured in a post – and I’ve been posting for four and a half years. Even if that was the case, considering my feelings during our dinner, I’m not sure I want to return.
But life isn’t all roses.
Anyways, we returned home – however, our argument wasn’t resolved.
We decided to let it rest, and Heidi kicked my but in gin rummy. I wasn’t simply being nice and letting her win. If I had, She would have sensed that and would have been even more ticked. So, being myself, a hardworking competitive man, I tried to win. She’s just a better rummy player.
The night ended with me being a bit tense, a little unsure of my stance. Yet, I know what has helped me in life. And when you long for that security, it’s a hard thing to simply let go.