Jack drove down to visit last week, and spoiled me by showing up on Wednesday.
We had a lot of fun, as usual, just doin the ‘normal’ things. Because they’re things that we don’t always get to do.
A Long distance relationship makes grocery shopping together ‘fun’. How ’bout that.
Saturday we went out to dinner. I’m still not really sure what restaurants are in the are, because Hi I have no extra spending $, so when I do spend, it’s usually on drinks/bars/traveling. Food? I can make that myself.
Anyway. There’s this place really close to our apt that has been recommended by 3 separate people. None of whom live even within 20 minutes of me, sooo I’m thinkin’ it must be good. Italian always makes for a good date right? Yesss.
I’m not a wine – lover. I want to be. It seems classy. When somebody has a “glass of wine” before (or with) dinner they look sophisticated. When I order a Vodka-tonic before dinner, I feel like I’m 22. This place didn’t give me much of a choice though. Beer of wine, what will it be? Beer with bread and pasta just seems like I’m just asking to be bloated all night. Ehhhh. Ew. So……Red wine? Gah. Sure.
To the first time I’ve ever ordered wine with dinner.
To the first time I’ve finished a glass of wine, on my own.
To the first time I haven’t made a face after the last few sips.
Aaaand, to the first time I actually got a little wine-buzz. Yessssss.
Date was a success! I’m still not a Wine-o, or even close. But hey, baby steps. I’m getting there.