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Surprise!

(By Erin)

About two months ago, John marked off last night for "special date night" and I was advised to ask no further questions. As I'm typically the activity/babysitter/household planner for our family... I had some serious questions! But I rolled with it - fought every urge to pry for hints, sleuth out possibilities and just enjoy not being in "charge". All I knew was that I should wear comfortable shoes and pack light.

With tremendous gratitude, we left the boys with Nana and made our way to the airport. I learned when we arrived that we were bound for OAK... Our old stomping grounds! But we hopped aboard BART and before I knew it we were in Union square in San Francisco. We'd fallen in love in this very place almost 13 years ago. Being in the Bay Area brings such strong and happy memories, it didn't matter to me what else John had planned for the night.




But there was more. I suspected we may be heading off to hear some live music, as was our pre-children activity of choice. We dropped our bags in a sweet boutique hotel and found our way to Olive, a favorite spot by the Great American Music Hall (where we saw so many fabulous shows 10+ years ago). Ultimate martinis with goat-cheese-stuffed olives and pomme frittes made for two happy Johnsons! Next up was an incredible sidewalk dinner at Absinthe. Our waitress inadvertently let the cat out of the bag in asking, "are you heading to the 10pm comedy show?" Yippee!!! John stopped her quickly enough to allow further speculation in my part. We giddily devoured a Lyonnaise salad and steamed mussels and clams--sopping up all the wine sauce with that crusty fresh baked bread.

It wasn't until we made our way into Davies Symphony Hall that I learned we were about to see Louis CK Live! He's been one of our favorite comedians for such a long time. We probably quote his quips on parenting a few times a week. It's remarkable to hear him do all new material. We were in nonstop hysterics for the next two hours.
And I haven't stopped smiling since.

Best date, EVAH!!!

Comments

HAZEL + IVY said…
That sounds like SO MUCH FUN! What a great surprise.

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