A $16 necklace, and a $400 dinner...
Do you love this necklace? I love the hell out of this necklace. I bought it like 5 or 6 years ago at a really cheap store. You know, one of those stores that I should have stopped going into a loooong time ago... like Charlotte Russe, or Forever 21. I love it SO much, that I have spent more than what I paid for it getting it repaired over the years. Certain jewelry reminds me of special moments. This necklace is no exception. This is the necklace I wore when I almost shit myself in public.
I went to dinner with my (now) Manfriend for his birthday in 2010. This was before we were even really dating. We were just friends kind of getting to get to know each other. I found out that he had no plans on the actual evening of his birthday (a weeknight), so I offered to take him to dinner. I chose a ridiculously expensive, very uppity steakhouse (trying to show off and act like a high roller, apparently). We ended up ordering LOTS of food, even more wine (lots and lots of wine), a couple (yes, more than one) dessert... oh and champagne with dessert. When the bill came I quickly snatched it up. When I opened it, I saw that the two of us spent... wait for it... $364. On dinner. For two people. I about shit myself right then and there. My stomach dropped as they swiped my debit card. I resented even having to leave a tip on a bill like that. When he dropped me off at my house after dinner, I logged into my online banking account and just stared at the debit amount on my computer screen for what seemed like eternity (blinking over and over to see if the number would somehow, magically decrease).
You know when dumb stuff happens, how someone inevitably says... "Oh, we'll laugh about this some day". I'm here to tell you that it's NOT true. Three (plus) years later... still not laughing. Still sick to my stomach that I spent a small car payment on one dinner. THAT is what this necklace reminds me of. BARF. Needless to say, the next 3 birthdays this dude has received a ham and cheese sandwich for dinner and a high five. And ever since... on his birthday, one single, solitary tear falls from my face (in slow motion) over the (after tip) more than $400 I spent on one meal. Writing this actually makes me mad all over again. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.