Let me tell you a sad tale.
It's goes like this..
Paul and I have not been on a date since February.
Friday night I said we MUST go out, just the two of us.
So a plan was set in motion, and our awesome babysitter (hello Olivia!) came to our aide.
I was happy to slap on a few extra coats of war-paint, and spend a little more time getting fancified.
Nicest joint in BG? We were told to check this place out...
The food was good, but I especially loved the goat cheese, bruschetta.
After our meal we thought we should go on a romantic walk downtown. Doesn't that sound lovely?
We were completely oblivious that there was an International Festival going on.
But hey, let's check it out!
Um. As soon as we got in the thick of things, we were greeted with smoke. And I be talkin' bout the ciga-weed kind.
And LOTS of hippies.
Me in my momma outfit, Paul in his button-down shirt. Well, we sort of stuck out.
But if we are nothing, we are flexible.
So, we sat back and took in the hippies and enjoyed them...
Especially THIS guy.
Growing up, my parents went out every Friday night, just the two of them. I don't know if we can work that out, but there's no way we are going 8 months again!
Almost 10 years, and we still got it.