Date Night

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Originally uploaded by zaedah

Every friday night we have date night. We try to do this no matter the circumstances even if all we do is get out of the house and go somewhere; the library, a burger stand, a walk, something to remember why we got married.

This Friday was therapeutic as well as fun. We went for a ride on the bike. About 100 miles through backroads. No destination in mind just a ride. We used Mount Ranier as a point of reference and the marvelous sunshine we had as a watch. When we came to an intersection I'd ask "left or right?" and away we'd go.

I'll not rave about all the scenery and greenery this time for those jealous souls who don't have such things but I will say that it was just an incredible time getting lost with my wife.

She was a real sport as the passenger seat is not a very comfortable perch. It's narrow and fairly rigid and unyielding. We keep meaning to find something more Butt-friendly.

This way and that across the countryside until we stopped for a snack at a gas station to stretch our legs and give Cari's glutes a chance to decompress! We decided to keep riding and go out to dinner. So we got our bearings and headed west. The plan was to end up in Olympia for dinner and hit the Oyster House restaraunt.

The shear joy of just the two of us motoring about was my favorite part but I like to ride. We did finally end up in Olympia in a round-about manner. It's said if you don't care where you are going you might not like where you end up. In this case though, it was quite a suprise. We ended up at Anthony's in Olympia. It's right on the water and we still had a good amount of sunshine left so we decided that Anthony's it would be.

When we walked in I thought, geez, that hostess looks real familiar. When she smiled it was a dead giveaway; it was my 'niece'. I say it like that because we are so close in age so it feels kind of strange to say that I am her uncle. When she introduced me as such to her coworkers, I thought it sounded so strange. I mean cousin seems more appropriate as my wife commented. But Uncle Jack it is. Or is it Uncle Butch?

I'll have to ask her.

Anway, after dinner it was back on the bike for the ride home and quick it was. You see, I had to make it home before Cari got cold! Not to mention how much fun it is to blast up the interstate!

Yep, date night rocks always. This one was exceptional for many reasons.

Hmmm, kind of leaves me in a pinch for next week. I mean now the expectations will be so high...