Not to imply that Scott is, or has ever been a slumdog. Or a millionaire. Unfortunately. The millionaire part, not the slumdog.
One of my (okay, our) goals this year is to plan more date nights. This has been something we've wanted to do regularly, yet they usually got pushed aside out of laziness I suppose. Instead of making an effort to arrange babysitting and planning an evening out, it's easier to just stay in our at-home-rut. We do realize though that couple time is important and we need to make the effort. So in a slightly over sized nutshell, one of our goals for '09 is to have a date night at least once, possibly twice a month.
Last month Scott and I had two race related dates which were fun. February started off with a somewhat spontaneous date night Friday afternoon when Annelise packed herself up for a sleepover at Pappo and Miss Peggy's.
She actually arranged this date night for us by
begging inviting herself over. Is it so wrong to allow a small child to manipulate others? I'm thinking in certain circumstances, nope.
Scott and I jumped at the chance to go to dinner and see a movie (we aren't big out-of-the-box thinkers, are we?). We decided to eat Mediterranean food since it's not something we eat as a family very often (A. has tried it, but is not a fan).
A few things:
Scott took our self-portrait. On one hand, I'm glad he is usually a good sport about posing for pics in public and that he puts up with my need to document everything, on the other hand I wish he had held the camera up a bit higher as low, dead-on is not my best angle.
Our first choice for Mediterranean food is another local restaurant which has a quaint but quirky atmosphere. This one was new to us, offered a buffet so we could try several different things, and was close to the theater. (Scott can not miss the previews. NOT, I tell you.) The food was good, but there was no atmosphere at all, which even Scott reflected upon. That says a lot.
This place also used to be a Macaroni Grill, which was my favorite place to eat Italian food. I'm still forlorn and a smidge bitter about its closing, though it happened several years ago. Sometimes my elephantish memory works against me.
As we began to eat I had an epiphany. Since we were going to see Slumdog Millionaire, we should have been eating Indian food.
Not that we've EVER eaten Indian food or anything, but that would have been the perfect opportunity. Oh well, the Mediterranean isn't too far from India, is it?
We posed for another SP in front before we went in theater. Scott was rushing me because people kept walking by and probably wondered what we were doing. He has not quite mastered the art of staring people down, I think.
There was a brief moment, once the movie let out, that we considered seeing another one right after. Do we walk on the wild side or what? We used to do that from time to time back in the day. The day of course being pre-A., pre-fuddy-duddy stage. Though we really wanted to see The Curious Case of Benjamin Button, we didn't think we could last through a 3 hour movie that would not release us until after 1:00 am. I know, we're wimps.
So we settled for these instead.