Tofu for Two

I arrived at San Antonio airport at 7pm on November 6th.  My flight was early.  I stopped in the bathroom to change into what I considered to be my party clothes.  We had dinner reservations at a seafood restaurant called Papadeaux's.  I emerge from the stall and see my reflection in the mirror.  Through my silver glittery blouse, I can see two light pink breasts.   Dammit! I brought a pale colored bra, but I didn't want to wear it since the state of Texas still permitts smoking in public establishments.  I glance down at my MaryJane's and groan at my second fashion offense-white socks and black MaryJane's. Ugh!  I continue to get ready rationalizing that there must to be a store that we can stop @ on the way to the restaurant.   We stop at Ross's where I am able to fix my fashion faux pas.

We arrive at the restaurant and pull into a parking space.  As I step out of Rick's SUV, I am filled with anxiety.  It's always difficult meeting new people.  It will feel especially wierd this evening since I will be with two other couples.  It's inevitable when you are the third or in my case the fifth wheel, that the couples gravitate towards one another for conversation and you are left with noone to talk to.  We walk into the bar and find the others.  Almost immediately Rick excuses himself to run back out to his vehicle.  Since Rick is the common denominator here, this is incredibly awakward.  We all just stare at each other for a moment then finally Amy, Rick's new girlfriend, breaks the ice.   Rick returns and we are seated at the table.

Dinner was a disappointment to say the least.  Both Rick and I ordered the Maine lobster.  Between the both of us, I think we may have found four chunks of lobster meat.  At the charge of $21.95, this is a travesty.  Normally I would've asked for the manager, but since it was a party of 5, I didn't want to make a scene.  The waiter asks us if we would be interested in dessert.  Starving, I jump at this opportunity.  I am compensated for the lack of lobster by the giant slice of strawberry cheesecake I am served.   It is a work of art.

Conversation is flowing and Allison broaches the subject of tofu.  With great mirth, Ryan explains to us how the the two of them were talking about how they can't wait for the evening to end so they can go home and gorge on these chocolate covered tofu ice cream bars.  "They are so creamy" Allison explains.  This strikes me as hilarious and I interject with..."That would make a great commercial." 

My vision for the commercial:

The scene-Allison and Ryan are in their pajamas curled up on the couch watching tv.  Allison is lasciviously licking her tofu bar.  Ryan is holding his and turns to speak into the camera.

Ryan -This evening we were at the theatre.  We've had tickets to Chicago for months.  Suddenly Allison, with a wild look in her eyes, turns to me and murmurs in my ear.  My heart starts to race and I grab Allison's hand as we flee the theatre.  We arrive at home and scramble up the stairs shoving each other out of the way.  "Hurry up with the keys!" Allison wails.  I fling open the door and we race for the freezer.  I tear the wrapper off and the tofu bar falls to the floor.  "Five second rule"!