Well, that plan fell through when I realized that I had forgotten to pack my spanx. The dress I had packed was incredibly unforgiving, and I needed that spanx to hold me together. Without it, I'd walk one direction, and one would surely see my fat flying in another. Flying fat isn't exactly what I had in mind for our anniversary so I frantically dug through my suitcase trying to make another outfit work.
Justin was getting irritated waiting on me. However, he was on his best behavior as not to pick a fight. He eventually tired of holding his tongue and told me he'd wait in the lobby. I was to meet him when I was ready.
After a few more minutes, I put together some horribly wrinkled catastrophically bad outfit and called it good.
While headed to the lobby, I thought, "This could totally be a Pretty Woman moment."
Remember? Richard Gere standing in the lobby with the the necklace....Julia Roberts wearing the red dress he had bought her....
Well, maybe I'd come into the lobby, and Justin would be standing there with a gown and whisk me off to the most romantic restaurant in the city.
Ummmm.....No such luck. I found him outside with a beer in a paper bag.
What??? This is NOT what Richard Gere would do! This was more like Homer Simpson...