Date Night turned to Trash

The other night Philip and I hit the town.  Babysitter and all, we were ready for a night amongst ourselves.  We sat down at one of my favorite restaurants; The Cheesecake Factory.   Mmmmm, just thinking about it makes me drool.  

We ate, we talked, we sighed, we laughed, it was a total date-night right out of the movies.  (Cue the cheesy music).  After our scrumptiously delicious meal of Louisiana Chicken, Herb-crusted salmon, and Banana-Cream Cheesecake, we packed up our things and walked hand-in hand in the mall.  I know, you're dying of romantic jealousy aren't you.  

Just then, our perfection of a night came to a screeching halt as Philip's romantic gaze turned into a mouth dropping "oh no" face.  He dropped my hand and booked it down the halls of the mall.  

Yep, you guessed it....he left his retainer on the table.  Every 13-year old will tell you that that is the #1 rule breaker of wearing your retainer. ...ALWAYS, always, always, put your retainer in its little holder then carefully place it in your pocket.  (Insert mental picture here of Steve Erkle) 

I slowly followed behind him and entered the restaurant to find Philip recruiting the entire staff to dig through the trash to find his retainer.  

I laughed.  I laughed, very immature-like, and very hard.  

Well, needless to say, the staff didn't find it.  So Philip went back to the dumpster with rubber gloves on  and dug through stinky lettuce and chopped up pieces of raw meat.  

In the meantime, I was sitting by the hostesses curled up in a corner playing with Philip's iPhone.  After 4 games of tetris and minesweeper, he came back into the restaurant with serious glee.    

"I found it!"  Maybe it was my imagination but I swear the whole restaurant cheered.

I laughed.... again.  

So our dinner and a movie night got cut short.  I totally got ditched for a dumpster.  Not that I cared, I was thoroughly entertained.