Bad steaks, a fight, and waking up alone

The Chef came down on Tuesday and after a marathon pants-shopping trip, we had a nice dinner and headed over to the Alley Bar, which is my favorite new place in Saratoga.

Wednesday night, we went to Lillian’s, where dinner was HORRIFIC. It was awful. And ridiculously expensive. And not cooked correctly. Did I mention the food sucked?

We headed to the Alley again, where we got in a fight about something so stupid I’m not even going to post it here. This fight ended, obviously, with the Chef leaving the bar, me walking home alone and then taking his bags and leaving them on the hood of his truck, which meant, of course, “When you get back, come talk to me so we can make up.” He took it to mean, “Leave. Now.”

Boys are so stupid.