Back in the day, before diapers and before maternity shirts, Billy and I found much joy in trying out new restaurants and evenings out with good friends. We share a love of food almost equal to the affection we feel towards our son. In fact, we’ve long joked (while someone was studying for the bar, or overtime was required) that you, “Gotta eat.” We’d take those mealtimes to make sure we had some face time.
Although I am confident that one day, we will again find ourselves with more time than restaurants on the “must visit” list, for now, we do less fine dining and more mealtime acrobatics.
Still, I like my food. And I am collecting a mental list of restaurants to try when we have the chance.
This past Friday, we went on a date. I even shaved my legs and put on a dress without any consideration as to whether the drool/snot/mashed bananas would show up or stain.
We went to Poppy, which is the former Herb Farm chef’s new restaurant on Capital Hill. Adult conversation, thali tasting menu with wine pairing. It was nice. Very, very nice. We didn’t even run out of things to talk about!
If that wasn’t enough, I got to go away for the night on Saturday.
Our friend Sommer is getting married (YAY!) and her friends had put together a Spajama Party / Bachelorette gathering at the Chrysalis Inn in Bellingham. A bunch of mostly moms heading up to college (WWU) territory.
What fun! I will admit that the little ones came up in conversation a few times, but it was so nice to focus on each other and ourselves…oh yes, and the bride…for 24 hours.
Every experience has its lessons to be taken from it. What I learned this weekend:
-When looking forward to and planning a night away, leaving father and son together, it is inevitable that this will be when aforementioned son will break into hives. Apparently Tilden has a slight allergy to crab, which apparently made its way into the soup I gave him.
-When in a college town, at a college bar, it is reasonable and likely to now find that I am a decade older than most of the other patrons. Although that says nothing about the level of maturity.
-I am not 21 any more. Too many drinks is a real possibility with minimal quality. This fact, plus the 1.5 hour car ride home did not make for a good combination.
-My husband is a great dad. In spite of the hives outbreak (which resulted in only 1 phone call and 2 text messages), he and Tilden had a great weekend together and I heard nary a peep out of the two. “Don’t worry, go have fun!”
