Trillian and I had our late Valentine/early Aniversary dinner tonight. We had the babysitter come a little early and then headed out to a nearby French bistro after getting her settled in with Scooter (he loves playing with her so much that there was not a single note of concern in his voice as we headed out). We braved the cold and walked the 10 minutes there, arriving around 5:15.
Trillian and I enjoyed a pleasant, three-course meal: soup, entree, and dessert. We didn't rush any course and talked for a while between dessert and getting the check. And when we left? 6:45. One and a half hours. Not exactly a long time by our old standards, yet it felt we had been there for much longer than that. But I suppose, since our standard restaurant meal tops out at 30 to 45 minutes, two to three times that is downright leisurely.
We were so stuffed that we couldn't imagine drawing our time out any longer at the coffee shop near our building, so we headed home and relieved the babysitter much earlier than anticipated. Scooter was playing in the bath and, once he was in his pajamas, requested that the babysitter read his bedtime story.
It may not have been much of a night-on-the-town, but it was just what I needed.
(Of course, Trillian is now saying I scared Scooter to sleep. Before taking the babysitter home, I reminded him that we're going to see Grandma and Grandpa tomorrow, adding that we couldn't go until after we'd slept. He was out cold before I made it out the door. Not going to take any chances on that!)
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