Steve and I went out for a delisssssh dinner at the Continental Flambe in Melbourne last night. He had lobster mac’n'cheese and I had the fatty filet. Dessert was creme brule and some chocolate lava torte dish. Bad I know, but it was his birthday! I even took him to get his first pedicure (mostly because I wanted one) earlier in the day. Another older man there told him that after he’d been once, he’d be back for sure. Too funny. I can’t wait to marry my Steve.
