Saturday night, he surprised me with a special dessert after dinner. It was incredibly thoughtful, even though I was no where near as appreciative as I ought to have been. I've been seriously cranky after work lately so it was a fantastic idea for us to celebrate on Sunday. In fact, we went to sleep at about 8:30 on Saturday. That's how sad we are.
Sunday morning we got up and cleaned. Very exciting stuff. I hadn't intended to do it, but I didn't want to worry about things not getting done. So I just did them. This inspired my husband and we knocked out a lot of icky chores. He even cleaned the shower. Then we slacked for a while and watched a couple of movies. It was heaven. That was the best slacking I've done in ages - I was done with chores and didn't have anything nagging at the back of my head. I could just concentrate on doing nothing important.
Suddenly, it was time to get ready. I hate that part. Fussing with clothes and makeup, trying to find something that doesn't make me too cold or weird or uncomfortable. It's always a struggle. Especially since the husband pulled out a suit. Those nice dresses are never warm enough. But I pulled out my cheungsam and found a cardigan to keep me warm. It's a beautiful dress and makes me look fantastic. I'm still kicking myself for not making the hubby take a picture.
So off we went, driving to who knows where. But in this town, there aren't many places to wear a suit. So I had a pretty good idea. Then he started talking about north Seattle. Yep, it was Canlis. Valet parking is fun, I just want to say that right off the bat. Also, we'd agreed that since it was Sunday, if we weren't too tired we'd go swing dancing at the Century Ballroom after.
Of course, upon arrival I had to use the restroom right away. Yep, that's me. All class. But it gave the husband a chance to talk to the owner and somehow in that conversation, he mentioned that we'd gotten engaged there in The Cache. So throughout the evening, our wonderful host kept coming by to check on us. After I'd ordered a French Martini he mentioned that if all our friends came by and ordered the same thing, they'd name it after me. I couldn't help but laugh. It was a sweet offer and a shameless plea for recommendations in one. Brilliant strategy.
I love that restaurant. The food is fantastic, the wine list is huge and the view is gorgeous. We looked out on Lake Union and drank our Chateauneuf du Pape, enjoying the scallops. My salad had celery root and crab and I had lamb chops for dinner. The hubby ate his pear salad and Japanese-style steak. We shared bits and marvelled at the chef. It was absolutely magical - a wonderful way to spend what was practically the 4 year anniversary of our first date. I got a bit drunk since our wonderful waiter kept refilling my glass - it was impossible to tell how much of the bottle had gone where.
I wasn't tired or ready to go home when we finished dessert so we were off to dance. Neither of us had been in ages, but we were both in good moods and ready to have fun. It was wonderful to be able to work through some moves and put together new ones. We didn't fight or get frustrated even when we just couldn't get it right. I don't think we've had such an experience before. I hope that it was the first of many.
About midnight or so, we were both tired enough to call it a night. We went straight home and I crashed hard. It was even tough to get into my PJs. But what a way to spend the evening.