It’s going to be very, very difficult this evening to work up enough concern for the world to give you decent material for tomorrow morning.
It’s not the steaks we grilled for dinner. It’s not the lovely Zin we drank with the steaks. It’s not the two hours we sat and talked on the sofa after. It’s not even the very lovely Absolut Mandarin martini I’m enjoying right now.
Nope. None of those reasons.
But I did just order her bride’s gift.
UPDATE: The advantage to being old-fashioned is, she goes home after dinner, giving you the chance to secretly gift shop while still feeling all happy and glowing from her being with you.