One for the Books

Tonight was our first date without Roya since she was born. A woman who attends our church offered to give us a break, so she came to our house and sat with Roya. That freed us up for a wonderful date!!! :) !!!

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Natasha met me when I came home dressed in a lovely brown number with cute hair, tasteful make-up, nice jewelry, and wearing my favorite perfume. We wanted to stay close-by, so we set out for the best night in months at the movies!

The things is, when we arrived at the movie theater, the lines were all very long, and we needed plot information. When we finally got to the front of the line, we were directed to another line where a girl with a binder would give us synopses. It turns out that there were only two movies with plots in which we were interested for our date night. The first was sold out until the late show, which would have gotten us home well after midnight. The other sounded great, so we went to the express lane to purchase our tickets. On the sign in front of the movies, it said, "This film is not yet rated." Thankfully, the ticket machine had the rating. It was 18A, which is on the other side of our movie rating boundary. So, we left.

We stood outside the theater, wondering what to do in Truro. There was a show at the Marigold, but it wasn't really our speed for tonight.

So, we drove around town looking for anything that we could do, telling one another we refused to be disappointed. Natasha finally suggested, "Let's go have drinks and dessert somewhere. We're on a date. Let's go ahead and cheat." So we did. What a fun, spontaneous, romantic idea!

We chose between two restaurants in town (both which will remain nameless for the sake of the one we chose) and drove to the spot. It was just after 7:00 p.m. We asked a few questions to the girl who was seating people about desserts. Though she seemed a little distracted and stressed, she did her best to answer the questions. She showed us to a table, but we wanted a booth. The booth where we were seated literally rumbled and vibrated because it was next to the big fan in the kitchen. We moved to the back corner. We noticed about 7:35 p.m. or so that the girl seemed to be the only one there. She was rushing around trying to help everyone, and we had yet to order. She didn't have many answers for us, but she did her best helping everyone. By 8:15 p.m., we still didn't have drinks or our order. The drinks came a few minutes later, and the desserts came after that. Natasha's dessert was pretty good. Mine was a little gummy and not as lemony as I think lemon desserts should be. It tasted old, to be honest. After sitting there for over an hour, having the waitress tell us they had no peppermint tea and end up with Tazo Refresh (a peppermint-based tea), and listening to her interaction with the tables nearby, we began to think this was funny. On a gut feeling, I asked if she was the only one there. It turns out that she was brand-new (hence still learning about products and menu options), was not supposed to work that shift but was the only one available, had been abandoned by an experienced server before the 7:00 p.m. rush, and was, indeed, the only one working (hence her demeanor).

So, what did we do? Well, everything closes early in Truro, and we were dressed up with no place to go. So, we rented a movie, came home to find our daughter beside herself (only five minutes into a tantrum, though) because she couldn't find us in the house and it was her bedtime, and took a picture of ourselves for this blog post. Aren't we pretty?

This date was one big flop - one for the books. Our first romantic evening without having to provide childcare has turned into an evening when we will curl up downstairs in front of our movie, at home, baby asleep, and babysitter at home. If that's not romantic, what is? In fact, I'm going to go now. :) It turns out that we have little to complain about. To the contrary, this date was just about perfect!

LE