This year we decided to go out the Saturday prior to NYE so we could avoid the crowds and all the crazy people on the roads. We like a good time as much as the next guy, but we also like to make it home in one piece so we can get out of those uncomfortable dress-up clothes and flop into bed.
BUT! As the old saying goes, the best laid plans
Our awry-ness started the evening before our date night. I thought Adam felt a little warm when he woke up from his nap. He'd also had a cough for a day or so. The mommy instinct threw up a big red flag in my head. Oh, if only I would have heeded that red flag. Instead, I went to the grocery store with Adam in tow and he threw up in the chips and snack aisle. And let me just say right here, the only aisle busier than the chip and snack aisle two days before NYE is the beer aisle.
So, we had a large audience for all the barfing drama on Aisle 7.
It was a very memorable event, in many ways. For days upon days, Adam would talk only of this unfortunate event: I frowed up by da chips wiff my Mommy.
We spent a restless night with a feverish little boy and so I took him to Urgent Care the next day. They proclaimed it a little virus - nothing could be done for it - and gave him a prescription for his cough. Story of my life at Urgent Care - nothing ever can be done for it.
All that to say, we decided to spare our babysitter the agony of the germs and the fever and the coughing and rescheduled our anniversary dinner date for last Saturday night.
We got all dressed up with some place to go!
We were half an hour early and got to enjoy a martini (3 olives!)and some homemade potato chips at the bar.
No sooner were we seated in our favorite booth, than two complimentary glasses of champagne appeared and our dinner began.
Spinach salad with warm bacon dressing.
The best steak in Atlanta.
Chocolate mint cookies with homemade ice cream.