This is us on our honeymoon in the Caribean. Notice Jeremy's tan. A tan the color of which I will never attain. And I am the Italian one. The irony.
Lauren came over around five and as soon as Ellie relized that Oh, here is a new person whom I can boss around and manipluate into giving me candy, she quickly forgot the people who she sometimes refers to as Mommy and Daddy and we made our exit. I don't know if I've ever mentioned it before but Indian food is my fovorite food on the planet. I could drink bowls of curry sauce while bathing in hot chai. So, that being said, Jeremy picked a well reviewed place in Bethesda for our dinner. My being in "the family way" did put a slight damper on things because I enjoy getting a bit tipsy with my Husband when we're out together. I feel less inhibited when I goose him in front of others.
This is me goosing Jeremy just as Niki snaps the picture. Poor Jeremy has decades of that to look forward to.
He, on the other hand, was presumably relieved because the probability of my causing some type of scene was drasticly reduced.
Dinner was delicious and both of us ate so much that we were uncomfortably full while walking to the theater. It was so nice to have a conversation that didn't involve a list of toddler activities accomplished for the day or a run down on bodily functions that involve the "potty chair". No, we talked about much more adult things like the crumbling of the US economy and how we might all be living out scenes from The Grapes of Wrath before too long. On the bright side, I noted, a new trend called the "Depression Diet" craze may begin. Everyone will be so thin from the shortage of affordable food we'll all look like Angeline Jolie or Christian Bale in The Machinist. Please note that the depression diet is nowhere near as extreme as the "Auschwitz Diet" which I DO NOT endorse. It has proven fatal.
The second portion of our date involved wading through swarms of hormonal teenagers, and I think I broke out in acne from the sheer osmosis of it all. The sexual tension made me very uncomfortable as did all the braces and blinged out cell phones. Who, WHO gives a preteen a cell phone? But I digress. The movie we ended up choosing was called Nick and Nora's Infinite Playlist. It. Was. Awesome. If you're into Michael Cera. Which I am. I won't go into the film too much other than to say that I felt a pang of sorrow that my party till the break of dawn days are over. I patted myself on the haunches and said, "Well, Ol girl, we did have a good, long run now get yer ass out to pasture and start making babies."
Here is a photo of many people who did not authorize me to post their photos in the internet. We had all been drinking. Those were the good 'ol days. Unfortunately I don't remember large portions of that night. I am told I was very entertaining, and all at my own expense. Imagine that.
See the movie, it is heartwarming and funny and the soundtrack is really amazing. If you're into mainly obscure, off beat indie artists. I am, see my profile.
We laughed and chatted about the film as we walked back to our car arm in arm. When we got home and after Lauren left, we made threats of a sexual nature about what was in store for the other party once teeth had been brushed and clothes changed. And then we did what any good, married couple does after 11 pm, we got in bed and instantly passed out with legs tossed over one another like a litter of puppies. Ah well, there's always Sunday morning.