Date Night, Supreme

Whew! Or whoosh! Or both. The last few days have just smeared together into a busy blur. I had the feeling every now and then that I would like to blog, but there was just no time for such things.

To note: Kevin has been filling out applications for nursing school.

And our 8th anniversary was Tuesday. He brought me home a coral colored rose and a bar of high-quality dark chocolate. Yesterday, my sister came out to stay with the kids and after Kev and I rushed about ("rush" being as always a little exaggeration on Kevin's part) finishing up dishes and making up guest futons, we headed out for a night of matrimonial bliss, Durham style. We went first to a locavore restaurant we have been wanting to try; Watts Grocery. On Broad Street, it proved to be as trendy, hip, and yummy as we anticipated. At $15 a plate, this was definitely a special occasion place for us: we ate outside, started with a gloriously large cone of home-made fries with balsamic catsup and an iced tea (me) and a Coke (obviously. Kevin would order a Coke with Olympian ambrosia!). I had the shrimp creole and Kevin had the largest and pinkest piece of meat I have even seen him tackle: a New York strip with an aside of black-eyed peas and dirty rice. It was awesome and buttery and juicy and tender and did I say awesome?

Then off to an undisclosed location where Kevin was supposed to pick up the gift he was getting for me. (I got him a pizza peel.) Turns out, the object does not exist. It was such a sweet idea, too. And why it doesn't exist, I don't know. I have actually joined a forum today to pose the question to other Anne enthusiasts: Is there really no singularly bound edition of L.M. Montgomery's works, or at least her eight Anne of Green Gables books? Huh. I would have really liked that.

So, then off to see Star Trek. It was really pretty good, but the Hulu girl looks so familiar that it is haunting me. Kev discovered late last night that she was the reporter in Vantage Point, but I just feel SO VERY familiar with her. Who can she be? Or who does she look like? She doesn't look that much like Jada Pinkett(-Smith?), does she? And why is it bugging me? Like I said, good movie. It makes you want to watch the old Star Trek shows/movies. Although I really think the voice-over at the end should have been William Shatner, as goofy as he is.

I am going to admit now that I really just want to fold up the laptop and crawl into bed with PJs, snacks, bubbly water, and Rilla of Ingleside. I am at my favorite book in the series and it is ever so much more appealing than trying to fix my computer or organizing the office. I believe that I will succumb to escapism. Where is my sense of blue collaredness?

It is sunk. Down, down, down. Wave goodby.

Good night and good riddance.