An Embarrasing Valentine

Josh and I had our Valentine dinner/date last night. We decided to do it last night because all the restaurants will be packed tonight. Josh planned it all in secret but told me I had to dress up and look nice. After dropping Taytum with the Asays (thanks again guys) Josh drove us through crazy rush hour traffic to downtown Dallas to eat at a french restaurant named Parigi. It was a very fancy restaurant, it looked like a scene from a movie gay bartender and all. We had really really good food, in fact it was so good that I felt bad about not eating it all. So I ate it all. All of my Caesar salad, all of my yummy heart shaped ravioli, and all of our peach cobbler/chocolate cake desert. Can you see where this is heading. I ate way way too much and on the way out of the restaurant I started feeling a little sick. I brushed it off till I got in the car and we started pulling out. I told Josh 'Man I think I am going to throw up'. His reply was typical Josh 'you're not going to throw up'. I tried to just keep breathing but we didn't even make it a block before I started to throw up. I motioned to Josh to pull over while I barfed up my wonderful dessert. I was so embarrassed. I felt so bad that Josh took me to this really nice place only for me to overeat then barf on the way home. I am sorry Josh, I promise to make it up to you tonight.