Tyler loves A Christmas Story. I find it watchable.
He wants to watch it every year. I could skip a year or two and not suffer for it.
This Valentine's day we paid tribute to A Christmas Story. If only by accident.
We had ambitious plans. Such ambition that we decided to go out on the 13th to beat the crowd.
Certainly, if we went on the 14th, we would have to contend with the likes of Clooney and Jolie. Don't even get me started on the paparazzi.
(My Ninth grade English teacher would not be happy with my insistence on two sentence paragraphs. Nor would she be happy with how some of these sentences are really phrases.)
We would go to a nice Italian restaurant that served this really good gnocchi. Or, perhaps, this French bistro that we liked.
But it was going to be great, and romantic. Greatly Romantic (sorry Mrs. Rhodes.)
However, instead, we ended up at the Super Chinese Buffet. I don't know how.
It was like having a canvas bag removed from your head after being stuffed in a trunk and driven around town. There were bright lights and commotion.
And a Chinese Buffet (albeit a Super one). I don't know how it happened.
It reminded me of Ralphie and crew eating at the Chinese restaurant on Christmas. Luckily, neither of us got our tongues stuck to a metal post. (Not that there wasn't a scare or two.)
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