We kind of had Saturday night all planned out. Date night at Vin 909. We’d both eaten dinner already so we were going to try the whole sit-at-the-bar-and-drink-good-wine-and-then-maybe-order-something-sweet kind of thing. It would be good.

Friends. We couldn’t even get in the door. Insanity. So, while hiding our disappointment behind those “it’s not the end of the world” statements which make us look way cooler than everyone else freezing their tushes off waiting outside for a table, we shuffled back to the car. We’d find somewhere else.

Well, apparently all of greater Annapolis went downtown Saturday night because parking was a nightmare. For the record, we don’t use the parking garages. Only tourists pay for parking. Except this particular night when our favorite hidden parking lot had a tow truck waiting inside of it. A TOW TRUCK! I’ve used this lot for a decade and I’ve never seen a tow truck!!!

Beaten, we headed for home. Date night ruined. But, because sometimes I think quick on my feet, we ended up in the wine store buying a rather delicious Spanish varietal. Then, oh, look, we can just walk across the way to Whole Foods and pick ourselves up some cheese.

And that is how we ended up spending our Saturday night at home eating an entire round of baked brie while watching the Christmas Special once again, trying to convince ourselves that it’s not that disappointing. Well, it is. Stupid Downton Abbey. We aren’t amused.

But, hey, I took some pictures of our ever so elaborate spread!

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