The time when I ate cold spaghetti and had to get my nose pierced

8:00:00 AM

Hello darlings!


I have a question for you. If you wanted to visit a town and you wanted info about nice places to eat there, who would you ask?

A)    Google
B)    Your mom, duh! After all, she knows everything about anything!
C)    A random friend who’s been there before.
D)    Your wife who happened to study in said town for 10 whole years.

If you answered D), thank you, you are welcome to stay in the sane-land we live in.

If you answered A), B), or C), what’s wrong with you?



How could you not trust your own wife to know better than the other three (yes I know more than Google!) on where to go to eat and have fun? Doesn’t she know you? Doesn’t she know how particular you are with your food? Doesn’t she know the town pretty damn much after having spent 10 years there?

Nooooooo! You needed to be a control freak and make sure that you’ll eat great food and you got all the info you could get.

That’s what took place before our second trip with Natalia, a year ago. We went away for a long weekend to have some fun. We did. Have some fun. One of the adults had more fun than the other. And that same adult had some fun in expense of the other, too.

Everything was great on Friday. We took a nap and then went for a walk into town. On Saturday we went to the outskirts of town to a small village and enjoyed trekking for a short time. We even had a date night with drinks and met with some friends too. Natalia was (and still is) very easy to care for and she made things easy for us.

On Sunday, Nick decided that he will take the advice of his (random) friend on where to eat lunch and took us to one of my least favorite neighborhoods in town. I kept trying to convince him that there are no good places to eat there and showed him many lovely (and well known) restaurants as we passed through them. He turned down every last one of them.

So we ended up in the most awful place I’ve had the displeasure of eating. The place offered take away food for students and had a small area with 4 tables where you could eat in too. As soon as Nick saw the variety of ready food in front of him he was sold. As soon as I saw the drunk lady that sat in one of the tables and the same variety of food Nick did, I wanted to bolt.

But I didn’t. I felt there was a lesson to be learnt there for both of us. I would learn patience and acceptance of my husband wishes (once in a while) and he would learn how not to take random advice for eating out (after a trip to the rest room). Little did I know how these thoughts would come around to bite me in the …. behind.

So I ordered spaghetti since they seemed innocent enough (and really how bad can you fuck up spaghetti?) and tried to keep Natalia’s stroller as far away of the drunk lady as I could. In all honesty that lady didn’t bother us much. She just kept shouting well wishes for the baby every once in while. No biggie.

The place was old and pretty much in bad condition. Everything was old and not so clean. It seemed to me that they were left untouched by the modern world. In one word the place was decadent. It did have a constant amount of traffic though. There were mainly young people, probably students, taking out food. That should have tipped me off for the things to come but it didn’t. I blame it on mommy brain.

Nick ordered three plates of food and ate every last bite. I kept thinking this isn’t happening, how can he eat that junk? 


My spaghetti was cold and dull. I ate a bit and then stopped. I was trying not to flinch every time the drunk lady shouted so I was too much occupied with that to try to eat.

In order to understand how things went down, you need a little background story. You see a year ago everyone in my country paid almost everything in cash. We did use credit machines but they weren’t as wide spread as they are now or as they are in other countries. In other words, you wouldn’t use your credit card for small amounts and you wouldn’t use it in places as old as that one.

Nick being Nick, thinking he lives in the center of freaking London or something, got up to pay the man in the cashier and took out his card as he stood. I couldn’t hold my tongue when I sarcastically and full of irony told him “If they take credit cards in this ancient joint, you can pierce my nose”, which is a Greek expression that’s not easily translated but you get my drift.

A few minutes later he came back with a smug look on his face and a credit card receipt. I was like:




Guess who now has a nose piercing!

I could not believe my eyes! His smug look was one for the ages! I shook my head, laughed and submitted to my fate.

And since I am not one to shy away from a lost bet, I made my research, took Natalia in the stroller some days later and got my nose pierced in a wonderful tattoo parlor. Suffice to say that the guys in the tattoo shop laughed for hours after hearing my story.

What can I say you guys? I really want you to think I am pretty smart but there are times I am being outsmarted by my dear hubby. In all honesty I love my piercing and I had been flirting with the idea of getting one for years. So it wasn’t a real hardship or anything. Still, it bugs me that he won this round. I keep waiting for him to screw up or something so I can take my “revenge”.



How do you think I should repay him?


Lots of love




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34 comments

  1. χαχαχαχα θα σου απαντησω στα ελληνικα οπως καταλαβαινεις.... Ευτυχως που δεν είπες τίποτα άλλο να σου τρυπησει! χαχαχαχαχα Όπως και να έχει, το σκουλαρικάκι σου πάει μούρλια! Ευγε Ήρωα!!!

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  2. Funny! I'm glad you took us along for the journey! 😀

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  3. Hahah - what a whirlwind of a journey! At let you held true to your word and went through with the bet!

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  4. Such a great story!I admire your patience though!I would have left!AriadnefromGreece!

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  5. What a funny story to go along with how you got your piercing! The restaurant itself sounds pretty bad and he should have taken your suggestions!

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  6. Lol, I got my nose pierced recently and I love it to death. I would freak out about the drunk lady and not be able to eat even cold spaghetti, ha ha. I loved this.

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  7. What a great story! It reminded me of an interesting day almost a decade ago where I got mine pierced! I no longer have it, but still have the tiny scar to prove it!

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  8. What a funny story! I enjoyed reading this. My hubby usually did his research on google whenever we're travelling though.

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  9. Haha too funny! Thanks for sharing. Btw I also would have been upset if my husband didn't come to me.

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  10. Yeah, you've got to be really careful when you make a bet, It's funny how the same dish can be seen so differently by two different people.

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  11. Haha, this was an amusing story. I have no idea how to get him back. I'm sure you'll come up with something!

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  12. This is so funny; I love that you were very patient. You and your husband are really close and so cute.

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  13. Funny story! I love my spaghetti with full of sauce! I never like it dull.

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  14. Well, everything in life is an experience. Not every one of them is going to be great. But there are lessons to be learned. It teaches us to cherish the good experiences.

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  15. An interesting and funny story. I think this is an article that not only shares it as a medicine for entertainment. haha

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  16. This is a great story but I do think you were right about the places to eat. Our partners tend not to listen sometimes to us. I see it as a win for you because you were playing with the idea of the nose piercing anyway. Thanks for sharing your story.

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  17. Omg what a great story! Love that you were so patient!

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  18. It may have been one hell of an experience for you at the time, but as a stranger to the story, I have to admit, this is hilarious! Your gifs made it even funnier! The title itself intrigued me to read on! :D

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  19. hahaha This sounds like something I would do. Boy, he wasn't going to let that one go was he?

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  20. I had to get my nose pierced 3 times - since it kept closing up! lol. And now I have just left it. I do like the look of it though, so maybe I'll get it done again.

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  21. Congrats for your bravery! I really see women with nose piercings brave.

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  22. Wow! This is hysterical. But, good on you for getting the peircing. I love mine.

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  23. This was a cute date night story! I love it you lost the best and then had to get your nose pierced, I am a fellow girl with a nose piercing so it wasnt a bad exchange. Moral of the story hubby needs to listen to you but keep going on unforgettable dates!

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  24. Just a slip of the tongue and boom! Nose piercing. This is actually a story you can tell Natalia when she's older. I'm sure she'd think it's a hoot! LOL

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  25. Haha this is really funny . I must say you have a lot of patience. Thanks for sharing this and making us laugh

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  26. Haha, I love it! The title of the post made me giggle (especially after reading the rest of it). It's a win-win because you love the piercing!!

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  27. Hahahhhaaha...what a situation you were in. And that you actually followed through with the nose piercing is a riot!

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  28. I love this funny story. What kind of situation you were in that moment. But i would say, you have lot of patience. Thank you for sharing this interesting story.

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  29. That’s a funny story... I can totally feel how much you must have been through... and later getting pierced is just having a lot of patience

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  30. So funny!! Love it! I don't know what I would of done! You have much more patience than me, that's for sure!!!

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  31. Love a good story... and google is always my first stop!

    xx,

    Lacey

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  32. Hahaha! Lesson learned: I'll never use this expression again unless I want it to happen!

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  33. OMG! How you managed to be patient while getting pierced? I remember how badly I was yelling and running around! :p

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  34. lol your gifs are the best, great for story telling

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