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The 
    Story:
    I don't know how I became aware of this, but White Castle was taking reservations 
    for Valentine's Day. As they describe it:
"Make your Valentine's Day STEAMY! Take your Valentine to White Castle on Tuesday, February 14 between 5 p.m. and 8 p.m and enjoy hostess seating, candlelit dining and your own server. Reservations are required, so check the list below for participating Castles near you!"
Sounded good to me, so I made reservations for 7:15.
The 
    Set Up:
    White Castle in Italian is "Castillo Bianco." So that's what I told 
    her, we were going to Castillo Bianco for dinner.
Valentine's 
    Day:
    I got home from work and my wife was getting ready for our big night out. 
    She had her nails done, took a shower, dried and straightened her hair, put 
    on "night-time" makeup and got all dressed up.
    Next step was the gift exchange. She gave me an XM Radio (which I am returning) 
    and I gave her a Yankee t-shirt, chopsticks, jellybeans and some hair things. 
    Grand total of about $26.
    So next we get in the car and head out to the restaurant. Halfway though the 
    trip I hit a pothole (on purpose) and start to complain that my car is driving 
    funny. I jerk the wheel this way and that, take my hands off the wheel and 
    steer right with me knee. Just as we are approaching White Castle I say, "I 
    think we have a flat" and I pull into White Castle's parking lot to take 
    a look. I get out and start kicking the tires, and then I get her out of the 
    car and point out the "flat."
Media:
    I brought my digital camera along to document the evening.
    Video 
    1 is just as we get there and I take her out of the car.
    Video 
    2 is us ordering dinner.
    Video 
    3 she is on the phone with her mom complaining.
    Video 
    4 is her having a giggle fit.
Photos:
    Photo 1  Photo 2  
    Photo 3  Photo 4
The 
    End:
    For being such a good sport I gave her the real gift the next night, a ring 
    from Tiffany's.