"I wanna' hear you say it."

Carrie and I spent a week in New York City back in 2006 to celebrate our graduations - hers from high school and mine from college. As with any trip we’ve ever taken together, we came back with a few stories.

Waiting to see The Today Show

While we were in New York we had dinner one night at a lovely Italian restaurant where we were served by a strikingly handsome young Italian waiter.

The menu was one of those complicated ones. You know the kind? Instead of reading “spaghetti and meatballs” the names of the dishes were in Italian, requiring a read through the dish’s description so we’d know what we were ordering.

When our handsome waiter came back to take our order, I pointed to the item I wanted on the menu, not wanting to mispronounce it.

Maybe it was the giddiness of my vacation state of mind, or maybe it was the wine {eh-hm}, but when Mr. Handsome nodded and began writing on his note pad I leaned forward, my hand propped under my chin, and said, “I wanna’ hear you say it.”

He smiled slightly as the name of the dish I'd ordered rolled off his tongue like an Italian lullaby, and the look on Carrie’s face was priceless. Once he’d left, Carrie stared accusingly from across the table.

"What?!?!” I pleaded.

"I wanna’ hear YOU say it,” she cooed and we both laughed. Of course, I denied I had said it that way, but, well, I suppose she did have reason to tease.

And she has continued to tease to this day whenever the opportunity presents itself. “I wanna’ hear YOU say it” she mocks. ~sigh~ Daughters.

Doug and I recently dined at a similar Italian restaurant with our once-a-month dining buddies, Tim and Bev. The menu was much like the one in New York, but our server was nowhere nearly as easy on the eyes. I did tell him that I wanted to hear him pronounce the name of my dish, and later I shared my NYC story with our dining mates and we laughed about it then.

And I thought at that time that this might make a fun blog post.
You wanted to hear me say it, didn’t you?
♥