So finally NQRW and I go off for the night to spend the money her mother gave us for our anniv. We both agreed that while it might be the more practical thing to spend in on a bill, we would enjoy it and go out.
She suggested the Feast in Little Italy in NY
It is an annual thing, blocks long...food, "rip off" carnival games where last night even when I knew I was about to get ripped off and saw it coming it still happened, the like. Would be a nice walk, it was a nice night so we went.
The fact that these days Little Italy' s big feast has to start in Chinatown because it has shrank is somewhat sad but....
We had a good time, we talked, had a few laughs which is good,
I tried not to try...meaning I always seem to not be able to relax with her like I want to as she is always complaining or commenting.....like when I ate some raw clams and had to hear that doing that made her mom sick, or when I suggested we jump up into this BIG CHAIR and get our pics taken and she moaned no....but it was good as I made every effort to keep the 'us" talk to a minimum.
But there was one irony that made me laugh
Whenever I describe our realtionship, to almost anyone, I always use that scene from The Godfather where Talia Shire and her husband are fighting and throwing plates and food and just having it out. I tell people that is not us. Our's is not a loud violent war.
As we are walking I see a booth, in the booth was a guy signing autographs, the guy was the actor that played the husband in that scene.
He had a long line so I skipped it, but I had to laugh
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