Ryota: Errr what's this? (Pointing to the bowl)
Waiter: It's olive oil sir.
Ryota: Oh right yup, of course, silly me.
(To me) What the fuck do we need olive oil for??
After the 7 courses (they were really small, I wanted Maccas n the way home!) and 4(!) glasses of white wine for me we made our way home very relaxed and refreshed. of course I couldn't resist calling just once during the night to check on fatso and make sure he wasn't screaming the place down needing a booby or anything. He was fine though, chowed down on vegies and rice apparently.
Our actual anniversary isn't until Tuesday so I'll post a little picture history then, but even though I do say so myself, for a grubby construction worker and his dowdy housewife, we didn't scrub up too bad!