twist my arm a little harder

I have a girlfriend staying with me for a few days and she and I and another friend have been spending a lovely time together, mostly shopping, talking and eating.  And in eating lies the problem.  I have three thawed pork chops in the refrigerator that I had every intention of using as the basis of a lovely supper I was going to cook for my friends last night, but then we decided to explore the park across the street and ended up eating in a restaurant there.  I said I would cook tonight so we could stay in and watch a show we wanted to see, "The Bachlorette" no less. Hey, looking at hunkey men isn't a crime. But then, after a movie and some shopping time in Jefferson Point my out of town friend said she would really love to eat Italian at Biaggi's. One of my very favorite places so the arm twisting really didn't need to be too hard.  Now however I really must cook those pork chops tomorrow night, unless of course someone makes me a better offer.