I have a really great boyfriend. Or he has really great parents. I choose to believe the former. Nick recently had a birthday June 3rd and so his parents sent him cards and, surprisingly for both of us, money. Nick's parents instructed him to take me out to eat to a nice place for his birthday. However, we had already eaten at ihop so I was going to let him keep the money because it evened out with what he bought in alcohol. However, the other night I was really stressed out over school and Nick asked me out to dinner. My choice. For those of you who don't already know, I'm in love with the fairly newly discovered restaurant called Firebirds. I fell in love with it when Nick and I ate their for our first "real" dinner date.
Firebirds is special to me for two reasons that tend to make other people cringe: buffalo meatloaf and lobster queso. They're both amazing. Like my boyfriend :)