So this weekend Mr. Bo and I visited our family travel agent - Aunt Mary. Not really an aunt, but close enough to merit the title. You know the ones I'm talking about!

On the way there I warned Jimbo that Mary might bring up some funny stories about how I peed my pants at the Park Street Diner and would spontaneously spout, "We will, we will, ROCK YOU!" Yes, my friends I musta been two or three. And Queen rocks the house. So yeah, Mary told the story about three times and continued to call me Megan pee-pee pants. Sweet.

Onto honeymoon planning. We told Mary we wanted something tropical, with nice beaches, a nice hotel, lots of stuff to do - hiking, snorkeling, horseback riding, shopping, drinking. The usual. Being an expert on every known destination on the planet earth, Mary suggested Punta Cana (Which I like to think of as Punta Caca because that's my maturity level, people), and Jamaica. We checked out some all-inclusives and I think we're leaning toward Punta Caca.

And today is Valentine's Day. Happy Valentine's Day! Jimbo and I went out for dinner since neither of us enjoy crowds and waiting. Having worked for an upscale restaurant I also know first-hand that the best food and service is NOT to be had on a busy holiday.

So he took me to the Bedford Village Inn (which we had been on a recent birthday for Jimbo) and we had quite the lovely time. We ordered a bottle of Gloria Ferrer champagne and shared with the waitress our visit to the Sonoma vineyard, then ordered our meal and waited quite a bit for our appetizers. It wasn't so bad, except that we saw that other tables were getting bread when they first sat down and also received a special chef's appetizer which we were not offered.

I had the foie gras for an app, and Janet would have loved it - very tasty! Jimbo had the equally tasty seared tuna and he loved it. Entrees for myself and Jimbo were tagliatelle with veal and bacon-wrapped stuff pork chops with sweet potatoes, respectively. Dessert was good, but not quite chocolate enough for my palette.

Today the UPS guy brought me roses. Wasn't that sweet? I found a card from Jimbo inside and I nearly teared up. Aren't they lovely?