So last Friday, which was a very, very good day for me, The Mister had a bad thing at work and I …
He made reservations and I got even happier and then after we drove the children to all the things ever on Saturday, we went out to eat.
We arrived in the darkness. Downtown on a Saturday night, like fucking grown-ups, man.
I whipped out my phone and The Mister thought I wanted to take a picture of us.
UM. YES, I totally want to take a picture of us. I didn’t even notice the door.
Inside, there was light, but also other people. Say hi to the stranger lady, Everyone.
We ate that. The Mister had the Duck Duck.
I had the bone marrow, with arugula, tomato bacon jam, roasted garbanzo beans and two pieces of sourdough toast. The waiter said this often isn’t enough to satisfy, so he suggested I order a side, even though we had fries. I ordered the dates.
The bone marrow dish was enough to satisfy me, oh yes, mhm, but I had some of the dates and I love dates.
Dates on a date. Heh.
I went to the ladies’, it had a door.
Upon my exit, I saw another door, which reminded of me why we had not gone to Union50 in a long time, despite The Mister’s love of their Duck Duck.
We love live music. We love food. We do not love them together. We like to talk while we eat, and we like to hear one another. Fortunately, no live music that night.
Still I went into the quiet liminal space, where I caught this other door.
Then while we waited for the valet, I got a few more.
I thought it was kind of ironic — taking a photo while being under surveillance.
Then we went home where we had the place all to ourselves.
Ahh, DATE NIGHT!
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