Our Booth

Sometimes, Adam and I go to Training Table. We sit in our booth. It became our booth a year and a half ago when we went there after a hike. Our first date had been the night before. There was some mis-communication and therefore the first half of the hike was a little interesting as we were still trying to figure each other out. But by the end of the hike, I was smitten. Adam, who never even knew there was anything wrong, was still happy as ever. We had walked down the mountain in the dark because we forgot flashlights (and our friend Denae didn't share her headlight because "then we'd never learn"). But no matter, we laughed as we tripped over everything and held each other's arms so we didn't fall.

At the bottom Adam asked if I was hungry. Wanting to spend more time with him I of course answered yes. He took me to Training Table because it was one of his favorite places to go as a kid. We sat at the booth looking at our menus (getting ready to place the call) and I just remember looking at him thinking, "Wow, he is so hot. What in the world is he doing here with me?" I remember laughing as he placed our order and making jokes with the waiter (waiter? cashier? busboy? what do you call them there?). The social confidence was so attractive to me. I didn't want the night to end.

So sometimes, on nights like tonight when we come back, I fall in love with him all over again.