It's Time To Get The Cheque When Your Wife Starts Hiccouphing
Last night Big Papa and I had one of those rare, magical, date nights.
We're making up for lost time after our dating drought.
My MIL is in town for a few days to help with Cakes while I
I don't know why we didn't buy this bad boy sooner. Our air-conditioner has trouble keeping the third-floor bedroom cool and this baby does the trick. Plus, it has a remote (how cool is that) and a dimmer on the light (mood lighting! the saggy boobies look better in the dim).
Yesterday afternoon, my fantastic MIL (I need to do a whole post about her) took Cakes to the park for a swim and told BP and I to take off for the evening.
Now, much as I love Cakes, I spend an awful lot of time with her. I almost feel guilty about how happy I am to have a few hours away from her.
I said almost.
We started the evening with a couple of pints at Joy. We lounged on the patio and watched a (rather unsuccessful) juggler in Jimmie Simpson park.
After the pints we made our way to Verveine, where I had, what I determined to be in my top five best meals ever.
We started with a chilled white. BP usually orders the wine, but suggested I do it this time as I'm the one to extol the virtues of a cool white on a hot summer day. I selected an Australian Riesling, and when the waiter poured me a sip, I affixed the appropriate serious expression, and did the sniff, swirl and sip. I nodded my approval and our cute waiter poured us a tumbler.
We both started with a cool potato and leek soup. BP had halibut and I had duck breast with warm salad, pear and a sauce to die for. It was fucking heavenly.
For dessert, we shared a ridiculous chocolate concoction.
If you're looking for nice place for a special occasion, this place's for you.
After dinner, we
There was a band coming on at 10, and we would have loved to stay but I was already hiccoughing (that's what you get for going out at 4:30).
I wish I had some wink-wink-nudge-nudge, but by the time we made it to bed we were too tuckered (and I was too tipsy), mood lighting and all.
We'll just have to make up for it.
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