Date Night

I probably shouldn't even attempt to post, since my heart isn't fully in it, yet I feel as though I am due and maybe it will be better and more enjoyable than anticipated once I start typing.

I am not going to bore you with a list of my current ailments. You all must take me for a total hypochondriac by now, which I never have been. Seriously I am usually healthy as a horse. But as you all know by my endless pathetic posts, these past few months have been a bit of a nightmare for me. Long story short, still under the weather, hitting about a 2 out of 10 on the energy scale and generally feeling sorry for myself.

Yet last night the husband and I managed to squeak out some sort of a date night in honor of his birthday.. It wasn't exactly the evening he had hoped for, he was looking forward to an evening in San Francisco, checking out a few watering holes and having a nice dinner at a trendy restaurant. I just didn't have it in me. So we settled on a movie and dinner in Berkeley. I almost called the whole thing off, but I am glad that we went. It had been over three months since David and I had spent any quality time alone, and in fact our very last date night was the night before The Pregnancy Test. Now that was a fun night. I didn't know that I was knocked up and I was feeling great. We went to an English style pub and drank beer and port wine until we were the perfect amount of tipsy. It was a great date.

So it was time for another date, and if we waited until I was feeling well, it may never have happened. So we went.

We saw 127 Hours, the true story of Aron Ralston, a dare devil rock climber who gets caught in a canyon in Moab when his arm gets stuck under a boulder. You probably remember the story, especially if you enjoy People Magazine as much as I do. It wasn't exactly a light-hearted romantic comedy, but my husband doesn't much go for those types of flicks anyway. It was good. And best of all, as I watched Aron saw off his arm in bloody agony, I thought to myself.... "See self, your coughing fits don't look so bad now do they?"

After the movie we headed to a late dinner at a Mediterranean restaurant. Not the most amazing dining experience ever, but so nice to have some real conversation with my husband. No kid's interrupting, no trying to communicate while running a vacuum cleaner, and no TV distractions. Just us. And it was lovely. I am a lucky lady.