Valentines Day

So there you go, the thrill has come and gone. The dispute is and has always been, who gives who the gift. Or is it simple as being both ways. Its always an issue I am facing with my hubby, I believe that the male should give the gift, after all, Valentine’s Day is all about flowers and heart, you know anything to do with red, and red to me is a women colour, so I never did get my hubby a gift on Valentines Day. Alas, this year was different; I thought I should take the initiative to find him something special, knowingly he will get me something, well he better!!!!

Off I went to Bella Rose, and was the shop packed or was it packed, it was a complete fiasco in there, barely anyone could move, people would spend up to 100 Rials for a bunch of flower bouquet packed with teddy bears and chocolates, and I was thinking all the time, if my hubby got me this, I would get him shot on the spot. 100 Rials for flowers?!!, what were they thinking, gold or diamond anytime I would say. Anyway, so I looked and looked, I couldn’t find anything special that says all around it, so I was settled with a red teddy carrying a red heart!

The night has come, a friend of our recommended the Golden Gate Restaurant, I never thought it even existed, why would anyone in his right mind would open a Chinese restaurant in a hidden area in Madinat Qaboos, than again, I am not of an outdoor person myself, so maybe I am the one who is outdated and need to go out often. We thought of having a Tum Yum Kon soup and they say that particular restaurant serves them best, well guess what, it was fully booked. The other day I was watching Sex and the City episode and I was dazzled how the New Yorkers would need to reserve well in advance to get the booking so they can eat in a decent restaurant, and I thought there is no way in Muscat that would happen, well today I was proven wrong, apparently there are restaurants out there that requires booking in advance, or is it a Valentine thing, a spur of a moment, happens once a year, knowing Oman its probably is, me advance booking, that will be the day!

Nandos, Jeans Grill, Nando, Jeans Grill, Nandos, Jeans Grill. Of course my husband wanted Nados and I wanted Jeans Grill, never underestimate the power of a woman. Off we went to Jeans Grill.

Let me tell you something about my hubby, he is very particular when a matter comes to invading his privacy, for some reason he takes this issue very seriously. He is a smoker and if the restaurant allows to smoke, he expects to be treated accordingly, and whoever within the restaurant asks him to stop smoking, the man I married disappears for a while and this monstrous person emerges, he reckons that smoking is his problem and if anyone hates it, than tough luck, he can find another distant air to breath. A mistake that one of the couple did when they asked my husband politely to stop smoking. “Get a non-smoking seat Area” that was his reply, imagine the shock that person had, he was speechless, he knew he had no case. Did he mentioned that we don’t eat at McDonalds anymore, well, yes we stopped and I wish it was due to boycotting reasons, noooooo, its because its non-smoking restaurant. If I knew well in Advance that Nandos was a non-smoking restaurant, it would probably save me the hassle we had earlier

We ate the salad and I got myself sweet heart juice, nothing sweet heart about it really, it tasted like any normal cocktail, and not a good one as well, but, I did pay for it, so I guess the naming did work, its amazing the marketing techniques we observe these days, who would think naming a yacky juice sweet heart would sell, practically every table had it, the morons!

Gift time, I got those nifty valentine stuff and a rose and small speech from my hubby, babbling how was the last 8 years of our lives together were the best time of his life and bla, bla, bla. For or a moment there I felt a tear generating, than I gain I had the flu, so nope!. I think he noticed that I was not impressed with his speech, and he gave me that sad look and I told him Honey, you had me at “I love you” so stop the speech propaganda, you weren’t of a romantic person anyway, so don’t start now. I gave him the red teddy with the red heart, he gave a smile, and said “That’s a first, oh well, I will stick it on my flat screen back at work, thank you”. And that was it, as I said at the beginning, the thrill came and has gone, we took the car to the love street, parked it in a nice area, and just watched the sky hoping to see the stars, but nope, we didn’t see the stars, for some reason, I don’t recall seeing stars for a long time now, but, it’s the thought that matters I guess. And finally my huby said “Honey, you do know that this day has no meaning to me, I love you the same every single second and minutes and hours and days, I just craved Tum Yum Kon Soup today and the fact that it happened in Valentines day is just a coincidence, you complete me” That sentence did bring tears in my eyes and sure as hell it wasn’t the flu