Romantic Country Style Date

There is a luxury resort not too far away from our house.

Since Steven's parents were more than happy
to take care of the doggy prince,
a date night was in order.

The hotel recently spent 90 million dollars for renovation.

The interior was decorated beautifully.

Colonial chic, is it?

We drove there in a pick up truck.

Not the most romantic choice of vehicle, but practical, I guess.

Our seats were actually a sofa.

We sat side by side, looking out at other guests.

Comfy.

I wasn't that hungry,
but since everything sounded good,
and because they seemed to be reasonably priced,
I ordered a lot.

Lobster bisque.

Caesar Salad.

When I ordered, I forgot about the portion size.

By the end of my salad, I was ready for the check.

But.

This came.

HUGE.

The meat was delicious.
Charred outside, pink inside.

The rice on the side wasn't very good, though.

I probably had 4 bites.

If I had one more bite, I think I would've gotten sick.
"To go, please!"

As we were leaving, it started to rain.

I love to have a foyer like this.

The car navigation sent us somewhere obscure,
and I felt like I was in a horror film.

We were in the middle of nowhere.
The road was no longer paved, and if we weren't driving a 4x4,
we would've gotten stuck.

Dark, quiet, just rain.

In a typical horror movie,
the car would break down.

Then when we are completely stuck and isolated,
they would come to kidnap us.

They would eat Steven alive while I watch.
After he's devoured, it'd be my turn...

Well, thankfully, we made it home in one piece.
But I tell you, I was seriously scared.

Or do I have an overly active imagination??