Anniversary Frivolity

Yesterday was our 11th wedding anniversary (also Mrs Schwartz' birthday was on thursday). We went back to Medieval Times to celebrate. It was just as fun as last time. Some highlights:

• Our waitress saying, "Some very nice bread for you tonight." Mrs Schwartz heard, "Some very nice breasts you have tonight."

• Mrs Schwartz ran to the edge of the "arena" to receive a flower from the knight, only to have him completely diss her. Although he did say to her "I'll see you later.", she was pissed. Oh, the walk of shame back to her seat! She fumed until the next part of the show, when he did throw a flower right at her.
  

• We were on our way out. She was definitely feeling the six or so glasses of wine she'd had. She slurringly babbled something to one of the workers. After responding to her in Old English, he looked at me and did the universal thumb-and-pinkie-extended,-thumb-to-the-lips signal for "she's loaded". I burst out laughing. She vowed to get a job there just to hunt him down and seek her vengeance for the slight.

• I was jumping in bed for some wild anniversary action, when I heard a thunderous crash from the bathroom. I flew from the bed to see what was the matter. Mrs Schwartz was lying in the tub, tangled in the shower curtain, with the shower curtain rod and the towel rack laying on top of her. I'm not sure which she leaned on first, but it gave way. She then tried to save herself by grabbing the other one.

Fast forward to this morning.

Mrs Schwartz: At least it's not like the other bathroom, where the curtain rod is bolted into the wall.
Me: Both curtain rods are, or were, bolted into the wall.
Her: But it came down so easily.
Me: It's a curtain rod, not a monkey bar.