Last Friday night I picked up my husband from the train station and surprised him. I offered that we go to the city for drinks. We did just that and went to a great placed called The Park. The ambiance is beautiful and romantic, coupled with drinks and great music, it was a welcome break. We dined in an outdoor garden and loved it. Next we went wallking and ended up smoking flavored tabacco at a Middle Eastern spot with an Ancient Egypt feel. Too bad I can’t recall the name.
The weekend was very hot (we were issued a heat wave advisory) so we tried to get out but succumbed to air condidtioned enviornments. We headed to Princeton for icre cream and a very very quick walk. It was hot as a mofo. We bought a few things for the home…curtains (last time I let him pick), blender for some ice cold margaritas and other items.
That night in bed he asked why it has been so long since we had so much fun. We need to get out more. My response? Well, thet last year and half I have been either tired, queasy and pregnant or grieving. What changed he asked, who’s whispering in your ear and telling you to be happy.
“Maybe they are”, I tell him. He smiles. I smile.