In our home, we own only two birthday candles–a ‘2’ and a ‘5’.
May it forever stay that way.
For Hubby’s birthday this year, I decided to surprise him with tickets to see “The Book of Mormon”. He has suffered by my side through many, many, many, many, many, many a Broadway show filled with sequins–lots and lots of sequins, themes of will they/won’t they get together, and all other sorts of things that make women ooh and aah.
Gosh, I love him.
It was about time I repaid him by taking him to one of the only shows he has ever actually said out loud he held interest in seeing.
His birthday was particularly exciting for me, because he had been away on a business trip for a few days which made me miss him the way we all have been missing summer. Coincidentally, it also happened to be the first in a streak of hot days New Jersey has finally been experiencing.
Which led to this rather special documentation of the start of our trip:
This picture just speaks ’90 degree day’ to me. Look at the sun bouncing off of Lance’s forehead and the way my hair has been frazzled by what I can only assume is a mixture of wind and heat.
Yes, we look like real winners in this photo.
A few weeks before his birthday, I gave away the surprise that we were seeing ‘Book of Mormon’. I had done so good keeping it a secret*, but then let it slip that we would be in the city for his birthday. One thing led to the next, and he knew what we were doing.
*I bought the tickets around Christmas–give me a little credit!
Except, he didn’t know where we would be eating.
When we visited B.T.’s Smokehouse in Massachusetts, I learned that Lance is always down for a visit to a smokehouse.* So, after seeing Mighty Quinn’s featured several times on Food Network, as well as seeing that it is a place Bobby Flay frequents, I knew this was the place to take him for his birthday.
*I’m guessing this is true of most men.
I don’t want to knock it too much, but….I’ve had better.* You know I give you the straight up truth here, and I have to tell it like it is.
*Insert Jim Carrey’s Liar, Liar ‘I’ve had better???!!!’ reaction here.
The ribs were absolutely, fall off the bone, melt in your mouth delicious. If I were to return, ribs would be my choice. We ordered ribs, burnt ends, and pulled pork–along with a crispy, spicy, chicken sandwich. The pulled pork was basic pulled pork. The burnt ends were…interesting, and I really don’t want to speak about the chicken sandwich.
But, are you ready for this blasphemy?? They did not have any corn fritters on hand, and they do not serve mac and cheese!
*I know I can’t be the only one that expects mac and cheese with her smoked meat.
For birthday dessert, we tried their bread pudding. While it was good, I found myself longing for a huge scoop of vanilla bean ice cream on the side.
This day was not meant for a decent photo of the two of us. As we stood in the moving line to go into the theater, I tried to capture the magical moment.
At least we look a little less bothered by the heat.
The show was hysterical and absolutely inappropriate, as was expected. The cast members played each of their roles exceptionally, and though Lance felt it wasn’t too South Parky, fans of Trey Parker and Matt Stone’s popular television show should definitely be able to feel South Park like vibes in the characters and different musical numbers.
All in all, not a bad way to celebrate a 25th or a 32nd birthday.