Jim and I love all things tropical. I mean, we were married in Jamaica in a gazebo overlooking the ocean! Our reception/party that we had when we returned didn't involve tuxes and fancy dresses. Instead we all wore shorts and Hawaiian shirts!
Unfortunately, since we are looowww on finances this year, and the nearest ocean is about 6 1/2 hrs away, sand, surf, and tropical breezes are probably not in the forecast anytime soon.
So, for the surprise this week, I decided tropical themed dining was the next best thing. There is a restaurant not too far from us, called Bahama Breeze, which is decorated like a tropical resort, and has food to match - think Jamaican jerk chicken and coconut shrimp, YUM!
I decided to really go all out, and I dressed Dylan and myself in our Hawaiian shirts. Dylan just happens to have a shirt that matches Jim's, so of course, I took the shirt and some shorts for Jim to change into. The plan was to be standing there at Jim's job, in our tropical attire, as the elevator door opened.
Somehow, I ended up being late, (does this sound familiar?), so I had to call Jim and tell him not to leave work yet. So, he wasn't 100% surprised, but still, it was really fun. The food was good and Dylan was in an awesome mood, eating an adult sized portion of food and charming nearby patrons.
When we got in the car, my not usually demonstrative husband grabbed (yes, GRABBED!!) my face, and pulled me in for a kiss to say thanks! YESSSSSS!!! I'm telling you, all you party poopers, "I'm going to ignore this post" people, you are missing out.
("Hey, wait! I thought I saw fruity drinks....with umbrellas in them! Let's go back in!")