My husband isn't great about suggesting evenings out. This is normally left to me.
But in a rare show of initiative he did suggest an evening out in town. Some entertainment with a meal beforehand. A Spanish bar/restaurant with a small performance space.
I'm tired and it's been a rough week. Busy as well. I thought the evening out might be a time to talk and catch up. I was down because I got told yesterday that I hadn't got a job that I had really wanted. (There'd been a phonecall and as I'd been told unsuccessful candidates wouldn't be informed till the New Year I iniitally thought the call from them meant I'd got the job.)
Unfortunately because the restaurant/bar is near the business district in town and we were eating early the bar/restaurant was absolutely full of people shouting their heads off. Though we were at a small table where we only a couple of feet apart, we could barely hear each other.
The noise level was like being in a club or crowded party. I really wanted to leave.
But I told myself I had better just try and get used to it. Our food - paella arrived and the waiter squeezed lemon over it. A minute later my husband decided that he wanted to squeeze some more out of the lemon, so reached across, and there was a sudden crash and a kind of flood. He'd knocked his wine glass over at speed and there was suddenly red wine all over my top and trousers.
The entertainment bit of the evening was better.
I just feel a bit sad about it having been impossible to talk over the meal and having wine knocked all over me.
I suppose in another mood it might all have been hilariously funny. But I just feel sorry for myself at the moment.