Valet say what?

Every now and then James and I will pull out all the stops and have a nice night out on the town... every now and then. He'll pull his suit out of the closet and I'll put on a long dress. We'll pick out a tie and shoes and really go all out. Watch out! High rollers up in here.

We even do red carpet appearances. 

Usually these nights consist of a nice dinner, a special event, and then a few drinks at a bar. For example: dinner at The Blind Pig, Wicked at the Kentucky Center, then The Troll Pub for a beer. Out of all of our routines, this is my favorite. I love getting gussied up and going out. I'll spend an hour on my curls, perfect my lipstick at least three times before leaving the house, try on five different pairs of black high heels... you know, all of the things that keep men waiting on their women. James will shave, throw on his suit, waffle over his tie for five minutes, then drink a beer while he waits, trying to avoid every single cat hair in my house (They will find you...).

Well, for me, going out means a little bit of extra service. I expect our wait staff to be attentive, our drinks to be delicious, the food to be exquisite, and our entertainment to be supreme. Expectations, people. Have them. Another one of the things I have come to expect growing up, is that when we get dressed up and go somewhere nice, there better be a valet.

Growing up around Cincinnati meant going downtown all the time. Now, Cincinnati isn't as bad as some other cities I have been, and may even beat Louisville, but parking is still scarce and scary. There. I said it. I don't like parking my car downtown because I am afraid someone will stab me and take my $20 and my iPhone. Sorry, but that's all I have. Ever. So... potential thugs be warned.

Back on the subject of parking... it sucks. Everywhere. I don't even live downtown downtown and I fight with my dickwad neighbors about parking all of the time (They have a GD driveway!). So, when we go nice places, I expect a valet. I love the valet. I wish everywhere I went had this level of service. The only problem I have ever had with a valet is when I went out in Newport and tried to valet my car. The youngin' couldn't even get her out of first gear. "I swear I know how to drive a stick!" Give me back my keys, my $5 tip, and my 23 year old car, damnit, I'll do it myself.

Well, as you know, James isn't accustomed to these types of services. I am sure he has seen valeting on TV before... but then again I know they didn't have cable growing up, so maybe not...

James and my mom and I went out for dinner one night to celebrate her birthday. We went to the nice restaurant on the river I had mentioned in a previous post. The kind of place where they clean the crumbs from your table between each course and escort you to the bathroom. My kind of place.

You an put pearls on a donkey. Is that a saying?

Well, when we pulled up my mom stopped the car in front of the long walk to the floating restaurant. James looked around, as if to ask "You just gonna park it right here?" She started digging through her purse and someone ran up to her door and opened it. James flinched a little, I am sure he was expecting some sort of assault, being in this big city and all. But, to his amusement the man helped my mom and I out of the vehicle and took the keys. James watched all of this, hesitant. I am sure he was bewildered as to why he was witnessing the most polite carjacking ever. He finally got out of the car and came around the other side to stand with us, while the young man drove off with our car. He looked at us, befuddled. "Where are they taking the car?"