The Incorrigible Night Owl

Ever tried to make plans for Valentine’s night two days before the date?
It doesn’t go well.
Every good restaurant in the city (meaning OKC, not motherbleeping Hooterville) is booked solid the entire day. Oops. I figured it would be a close call but thought that, if we were ready to eat at like 4:30 or 5:00, we might be able to swing it. To which the online reservation systems said, and I quote: “HAHAHAHAHAHA. Suck it, loser!”
So we’ve now ratcheted down our standards from “having a really good meal” to “eating something that is scarcely a step above fast food.” We’re also going to attempt to go to a movie; that is, unless every frakking theater in the metro is sold out, as well. Fortunately we can book the tickets online so at least we’ll know; we won’t just have to show up at the theater an hour early and cross our fingers.
I know it is all our own faults. We should have planned all this three or four weeks ago. The problem is I’m not used to having anyone to call for babysitting and I’m also used to special occasions falling on days when Robert is not here. So it never occurred to me to even check which day of the week Valentine’s is on, let alone that we actually do have an option for childcare, until Robert pointed it out to me.
In the end, though, neither of us is a big fan of Valentine’s Day, and this is really just an excuse to have date night, so it’s all good. We’re getting out and that’s the important thing. Oh, and we’re going to try to see “Slumdog Millionaire” so I’m pretty stoked about that.