Date Night

Dinner was fabulous. Rick looked so nice. He kept telling me I did too and we laughed because we've been in paint-stained clothing as well as other assorted ugly attire while moving, unpacking, etc. Anything would look better. We went to trip advisor and google for the dress code. It said smart casual. What the hell is smart casual. 2 said country club casual. Rick and I both felt being overdressed is better than being underdressed. So we went that route. What we wore was perfect and comfy. It was a great date night.

Izzy was not happy as we assumed. She was sure trying to squeeze out the door with us. Rick pushed her back and she actually whimpered. 

God that breaks my heart.

I was on the porch and I heard him say to her, "Izzy you are going to be fine, we'll be back right after dinner and we'll have a nice walk when I get home. It won't be long" And he shut the door. I said, "so does she understand you?"  

Rick told me that she indeed does. She was sitting at the back door as we left by the back door. Upon coming home I looked in the backdoor window and saw her on the floor in front of the door so I opened it slowly. She hadn't moved since we left. My God you would have thought she hadn't seen us in years. Rick took her for the promised walk. She came home and laid at my feet and was snoring instantly. I think she was now calm because her pack was back. I sure hope the longer we're here that she will get back to normal.

Then again this could be our new normal for this ole gal.

We got to the restaurant early. We decided to belly up to the bar and wait for them.

The hostess greeted us and we told her we had reservations for 4 under Paul's name and we'd like to wait for them at the bar. She said, "Oh no, you can drink at your table. We have your table open. Follow me."   Okay.

We were seated and Rick and I got some wine. The waiter was very friendly and chatted us up a bit. Since he appeared to be slow I asked him a celiac question. He said, "Oh I love these because we've been in training so I'm prepared." Because of him, I was able to change my order to Beef bourguignon, and instead of the noodles they gave me mashed potatoes. It was to die for. I didn't even have to ask about a substitution, which I told you I would never do. He just offered and I took it. 

Paul and Becky arrived on time and our laughter commenced. We laughed and caught up, they had some great stories about their trip across the country in their Winnebago. It was so damn good to get caught up with old friends. 

This area was so nice and gives me hope. I may live in the boonies but the city is just 15 minutes away. Thank God. This was the northern most part of the city as well so the furthest. I am such a city girl, seeing this place invigorated me. This country stuff is so not me. I'm trying.

So if I compared my "playdate" with Joyce to this fun evening - no contest.

Again, Paul is 70, Becky is 58. They are not old. Playdate Joyce was old. 

I wish I could articulate the difference. It has nothing to do with the number, it's all in the attitude. Paul and Becky recommended to us about some concert venues. (they saw Bonnie Riatt and Keb Mo - I LOVE both) Joyce would go to Liberace. Anyhoo it was nice to be amongst people like us. We got some great tips on places to go for our next Friday Fun Day. Even some wineries, but we promised to do that with them. (although seriously, north Carolina wine? Mm....not so sure about that)

Sunday was a lazy day. Rick mowed the lawn and I trimmed and swept up a mess.

That was all we could muster. Can't bounce back after a few bottles of wine like we used to. Now, who's old?