If there's one thing you should know about the Prices, it's that we're classy. We own several pairs of slacks, eat off real silverware and--wait for it--attend the opera. 
You know you've struck gold in a husband when he calls you a week after you get married to make sure it's okay to drop some cash on two tickets to Carmen. You REALLY know you've got it good when he spends the morning scrubbing the bathroom prior to escorting you to the show.In fact, if he owned a cashmere sweater or didn't need me to explain what wainscoting is, I might have to wonder about his sexual orientation.
Nonetheless, my very own Don Ricardo did it up this past weekend - taking me first to a lovely little brasserie downtown, where I ate loads of calamari and made a certain table of male opera patrons cruelly jealous of my dinner date:
It's a well-known fact that the fastest way to my heart (and my hips) is a hot bag of gourmet popcorn. Imagine my delight when I found this on the menu.
Turns out one woman's tragedy is another's delight. And he didn't even stab me afterward. (Don't be jealous, Carmen.)
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