On Saturday, my wife and I celebrated our 5th anniversary. To celebrate, we had a birthday party for my son and worked our tails off. Needless to say we didn’t do any kind of celebrating.

Last night we finally got around to going to dinner, alone. This in and of itself is a rare event and often leaves us unsure what to do in the absense of shushing chattering children or wrestling them to stay in their chairs.

We’ve recently been picking up italian food from a place called Bravo! at the nearby Shops at La Cantera. It’s a pretty classy joint that has never let us down.

It was a Sunday night so the place was dead. We started off with some Calamari and drinks and then moved on to the main course. I had a pair of 4oz filets accompanied by Jumbo shrimp. The whole thing was drizzled in some type of garlic butter sauce. Very tastey indeed. My wife opted for an alfredo dish called Pasta Woozie.

Dinner concluded without incident and we made our way home to rescure my in-laws from my wild children. The night wound down and we all went to bed. At around 1am, my wife started to complain of stomach pains. The same pains that would hit me around 3am.

We both pounded some Pepto Bismal and went back to bed. Here it is, 4:30pm the next day and I still don’t feel quite right. Aches and cramps are making this one long day. On one hand I hope I am sick and it isn’t some type of food poisoning, which I don’t believe that it is. On the other hand, I don’t know that I can eat at Bravo! ever again.

What a shame. Let’s just hope I don’t develop some sort of aversion to Calamari from this whole ordeal.