(For anyone with small children, you will love when your oldest gets to be about 12 and can babysit. Trust me.)
We went cosmic bowling at Sunset Station. My score was 168. Pretty good eh? Even . . . IMPRESSIVE . . . right? Thank you.
In the spirit of full disclosure I must admit that 168 was my combined score between two games.
That first game I was kind of on fire. I had two strikes, a few gutter balls, but overall consistency that was inching me closer and closer to shutting Bryce down and finally winning the game. At the last frame, I led by about 15 points.
And then I burst into tears. Figuratively, of course. Who bowls their first strike of the game on frame 10? Darn you, Bryce Jones.
I lost by 3 points. Or maybe 2. Well, let's just call it a tie, since I WAS winning for so long.
After that we went where all the happenin' hot couples finish off their dates: Barnes and Noble. We both got a stack of books, found two chairs (together!) and read the night away. I read several cookbooks, a memoir (3 or 4 chapters at the beginning, middle and end--done!), and a Martha Stewart magazine. Bryce read a book about serial killers and one on the brain.
Every once in a while I'd say something like, "Honey, look at this picture of polenta pancakes with tomato yogurt salsa--what do you think?" and he'd give an appreciative nod--like yeah, awesome!--partly because he knows me well enough that a thumbs down would likely end with me saying "Harumph!" and feeling annoyed.
Well played, Mr. Jones.
At 11:00 pm they kicked us out of the store and we headed home.
I just love date night.