Hubs and I started dating when I was a senior in high school. One of our first dates was the Sadie Hawkins dance. Hubs was also my date to my senior prom.
That year, I wore a Jessica Rabbit dress. It was red, red, red, with spaghetti straps and a sweetheart neckline. It was floor-length, but it had a racy slit up one side. I will never forget the look on hubs' face (and the little gasp he made) when I opened the front door that night. I felt like the most beautiful girl in the world.
For Valentine's Day, we talked my mom into keeping booger for the evening and made reservations for a swanky dinner at Atlantica. (For several years now, we've mostly forgone Valentine's Day gifts in lieu of doing something together. We usually go out for a nice dinner, though we have done a few weekends away - Vicksburg, Natchez, the coast, etc. Since the baby came, I have been an even stronger proponent of the "alone time" idea. We've pretty much siezed every opportunity possible to let someone else do diaper duty while we laugh over a glass or two of wine somewhere.)
Anyway, I strictly forbade Brian from entering the master bedroom last night when I was dolling up in my latest red dress. He was exceedingly complimentary when I made my entrance!
We headed to the restaurant, and the meal was wonderful - crabcakes, a creamy bisque, duck with wild rice, chocolate mousse, washed down with red wine, coffee, and champagne. Yummmmm. Hubs made a few similar choices, but he had the filet with garlic mash (of course) and bananas Foster bread pudding for dessert. I hadn't been to Atlantica since just before it opened, and it's a shame! I will have to start going back.
And the sexy, red, low-cut dress? Considering how well it was received, I think it was worth every penny I paid for it. It's nice for a lady to be able to stop traffic a bit when she needs to, no?