A Ship for a Shoe...

Last night, I surprised JC by taking him out to dinner. Or was that, midnight snack? I was so proud to actually be the one to treat him this time, I even offered to drive, at 11:30pm (since he get's home around that time). Usually, from our place to Greenhills, it would only take about 15minutes, but since I was driving, it's understood that it'll take more than that. However, a brave soul that I am, I drove to Greenhills, through those streets that make you go crazy, as if you were in Daly City, believe it or not - in platform clogs, or whatever you call it.

JC could not keep his eyes off the road because at numerous times, I would hit the breaks and the gas pedals at the same time, unintentionally, of course. Also, I tend to drive a bit fast since I could not feel that I am already hitting the gas pedal too hard or deep. Twice, the engine stopped because I've released the clutch pedal too soon without enough gas. Whatever...all because I had a ship for a shoe.

I just recently had a licence and is still in the process of practice-driving, although I can handle it alone. But last night was different. I wish I had worn my favorite sneakers instead. It was a good thing we got to North Park safe, in let's say, 40 minutes?

It just reminded me of 10years back when my Dad would call us up and ask what we wanted for pasalubong and we would say, Japanese! And at around 1:30 am when he arrives home, we would be happy.

I guess what I really want to say is that sometimes being in a family gets boring, but when you spice it up with little things like a wife surprising her husband like that, or when your father doesn't come home for dinner but calls you up just before he gets home to ask you what you want, it really is amazing.

After a hearty meal and two orders of Lemonades for me, JC offered to drive home.