Contrary to what you might think the title
indicates, this has nothing to with celebrating the Chinese New Year or any
other general-the-country-China related holiday. Neither is it a rant about
things from China that I am averse to. It is about the silverware. Well, not
much silver involved in it either, at least, not in the literal sense. The crux
of the story here is we were celebrating an anniversary a few days ago. A big
one too. It happened to be the 10th anniversary of when we bought a 96-piece
fancy dinnerware. Well, truth be told, the actual items arrived by FedEx a few
days later (that would be tomorrow 10 years ago), but we decided to stick with
online ordering date as “the date”. Now to some, I admit, all this cutlery talk
is enough for your eyes to glaze over, but the ceramic enthusiasts amongst you,
you are all fired up about this, aren’t you? Well, if I ever had bad news for dinnerware
fanatics, it is this… brace yourselves, you are about to be disappointed.
The
evening started with me reaching home unusually late.
“Where were you? I have been waiting for Haiti
minutes!” she exclaimed.
“I’m sorry that I’m late. I’ve Benin a meeting
for the last 2 hours.” I said.
“And here I was thinking, nothing Congo wrong and
you had to be late on our anniversary.”
“I apologize. As soon as I got out, Iran so fast
that I wore out the Seoul-s on my shoes.”
“You know, I don’t Bolivia, you are nothing
Budapest.”
In the way of offering some lame proof, I said, “It’s
true. My Thais are killing me right now.”
“Whatever. Can we go now? I’m Hungary.” She said.
“Me too. I’m Prague-tically starving! Here’s an
idea though that will save us time. How about we stay at home, Greece up Japan
and fry stuff up?”
“Oh really! The ever Prauge-matic… aren’t you?
But, I’m Ghana pretend you dint say that because there is Norway I’m going to
stay at home and cook today.”
“What do you want to eat? I feel I could do with
some Chile. Or, we could go to a Delhi and grab a Turkey sandwich.”
“What the hell, Jamaican me really angry. It is
our anniversary. I don’t want to go to a Delhi.”
“All right, all right! Don’t Crimea river. Let’s
go to a fancy place. Kenya think of a good place Togo?”
“Yes! There is this Peruvian place that I want to
try out.”
“Let get going then.”
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As we stepped out, we saw that it had started Sudan-ly
pouring.
“Bah!rain! Call a cab then?” I asked.
“Yes and please make it quick. I hope this Laos-y
rain! doesn’t mess up my hair” she said.
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Later, at the restaurant, which we had finally
made it to.
“Are you Havana’ good time?” she asked
“This is such a nice place. Good choice!”
“I know. Iraq!”
“Sheesh!”
“Anyway, do you want Samoa these remaining Lima
beans with the Korea-nder sauce?” she asked
“Oman! No. I ate so much. My Belize so full.”
“I am going to get me a cup of Java and Sweden
it, with my usual 2 sugar Cubas! How about you? Are you getting something?” she
asked
“I guess I will have this Chocolate Malta.” I
said. “Hey, If Ukraine your neck, can you see if it has stopped raining?”
She said, “Hold on. Yep it has. Now we can go
Rome-ing the streets.”
And now that I knew that the skies were clear, I
couldn’t wait. And this was not lost on her.
“What’s the matter? Syria-sly, stop Fiji-ting!”
she said.
“Don’t want to Russia, but Finnish quickly or we
will miss our movie.”
“You are right! Let’s ask the waiter for the
Czech.”
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