We still try to date the hell out of each other, and sometimes it works out really nicely

This past Friday night, Steve and I had the opportunity to go on a date. We initially contemplated running some errands around town, having dinner, getting a redbox movie and coming home in time to watch that and be in bed before 10. (I know, we are wild and crazy party animals.) But, I am always itching to cross something off a list, so I set about trying to knock something off of our 101 in 1,001 list.

I found a comedy club in Nashville that only looked 37% sketchy, so I figured, what the heck. I booked our tickets and then racked Aggie's brain for an appropriate place to have dinner since she is braver than brave and ventures to Nashville all the time (WITH KIDS) and does things while there like go to the zoo and go shopping and eat meals at restaurants (WITH KIDS). You might never guess this about me, but eating with kids at places that do not involve a glassed-in playplace (a la Chick-fil-A) really freaks me the freak out. Also, the most I usually ever do in Nashville with kids is pick up people from the airport. There is nothing in that town worth missing a naptime over. Amen? Amen.

We headed off to Pie In The Sky and ate plenty of carbs before we raced downtown to catch the 7:30 show. There was a two item purchase minimum per person, so we figured we would each get drinks there. There was some sort of miscommunication due to loud music and us being new and weird, and the waitress came back with 6 beers. Hmm. Since Steve was driving, I took it upon myself to consume the majority of the beer. (I inherited a piece of the martyr gene from my mother.) Let's just say that Mama ain't in college anymore. I didn't toss my cookies, but I came pretty close as we were merging onto the interstate. (Talk to me Steve, but don't mention food or drinks or bathrooms or puking. Let's just hurry up and talk about something. Anything. Hurry.) The comedians were good and we really had a great time. It wasn't a typical date night for us and that was what made it so fun.

Photo credit goes to Sarah and the iPhone

Many many thanks to Sarah and family for hanging out with the kids while we pretended to be childless and carefree. ("Pretended" being the operative word there. We seriously don't have any baby wipes in this car? Dangit, no diaper bag either. What is it, midnight? Oh, only 9:30? Wow, I'm tired.) Yes, we are officially lame. And sleepy. (#37- donezo)