Our lovely friends came into town this last weekend. And since our husbands are so awesome (and know, most of the time, precisely what their wives need and when) planned an entire Saturday of lovely activities. The day started with a run (not exactly part of the formula for one of my "perfect days" but I was glad and grateful to be able to 1)run outside and not freeze my bataco off and 2)run with a friend instead of the treadmill drone of 30 other machines.) So the boys went running around the lake, then the girls went running around the lake. I ran the farthest I have run in a while. Pat me on the back.
Then we took our sweet little time getting ready for our big date. It was kind of like prom except that since I have been married for 11 years I didn't shave my legs. Poor Clark. I never said he was the luckiest man ever, I just said he was awesome. I did however wear deodorant and makeup and did my hair and all that other special stuff. I felt somewhat gussied which is good and fun every once in a while. What I loved the most is that the boys did not tell us one thing. (That's not to say that the wives didn't know somewhat, what was going on....we both happen to be snoopy and suspicious and therefore knew a tad more than we were supposed to....but our husbands are smart and they knew that we knew more than we were supposed to know.) Regardless, it was a lovely surprise and very wonderful that I didn't have to make one single decision about the whole day.
We got the babysitter situated and were on our way. We were met by amazing bouquets of flowers in the car. We drove to the nearest Metro and made our way into downtown where our first stop was the National Gallery of Art. Did you know that the Smithsonian has the only painting by DaVinci in the Western Hemisphere? It's true. We were schedule to be a part of a tour but when we arrived and found out that our docent had something akin to bronchitis and could barely be heard between throat clearing and hoarse whispers about medieval art, we passed on the tour and decided to do our own thing.
Then we took our sweet little time getting ready for our big date. It was kind of like prom except that since I have been married for 11 years I didn't shave my legs. Poor Clark. I never said he was the luckiest man ever, I just said he was awesome. I did however wear deodorant and makeup and did my hair and all that other special stuff. I felt somewhat gussied which is good and fun every once in a while. What I loved the most is that the boys did not tell us one thing. (That's not to say that the wives didn't know somewhat, what was going on....we both happen to be snoopy and suspicious and therefore knew a tad more than we were supposed to....but our husbands are smart and they knew that we knew more than we were supposed to know.) Regardless, it was a lovely surprise and very wonderful that I didn't have to make one single decision about the whole day.
We got the babysitter situated and were on our way. We were met by amazing bouquets of flowers in the car. We drove to the nearest Metro and made our way into downtown where our first stop was the National Gallery of Art. Did you know that the Smithsonian has the only painting by DaVinci in the Western Hemisphere? It's true. We were schedule to be a part of a tour but when we arrived and found out that our docent had something akin to bronchitis and could barely be heard between throat clearing and hoarse whispers about medieval art, we passed on the tour and decided to do our own thing.
This is me taking a picture of the men waxing prophetic about the art and me wondering when one of the security guards is going to yell at them for being too close to the art. We must have heard 5 different people get in trouble...."Give her room to breathe, son!"
(This picture is for Mo...don't you have that print somewhere? I never realized she was standing on a bear skin rug. Kinda ruined the picture for me, just a little.)
Then they took us to a fancy French restaurant where I ate Dover Sole. I am such a grown up. I order fish at restaurants. We ate fish and racks of lamb and salmon in puff pastry. We ordered chocolate souffle and tried to restrain ourselves from drinking the vanilla cream sauce out of its little silver gravy boat. Clark ordered a girly dessert. And it was yummy too.
Then we walked along the Potomac to the Kennedy Center where the men had gotten us tickets to the National Symphony Orchestra. They had completed the night with three of my favorite things ever (doing them without kids makes them all significantly better and more enjoyable...though I love my children dearly, just not so much at places like that.)
I LOVE going to art museums. I LOVE eating out. I LOVE listening to classical music live.
It was a perfectly lovely date.
And I had never been to the Kennedy Center before. I can't wait to go again.
I also like to watch my husband on the Metro. He is too cool for school.
Thank you for an amazing date.
My Valentine is the best.





11 comments:
Oh I am living through you. I have to find the culture out here soon. Look at the museum's docent schedule and try again for a tour. It's fun. There's also gelato in the basement. The Kennedy Center has free concerts at 6pm on weekdays - they're in the lobby but would be kid friendly and a good way to get the girls a little free culture. You look so beautiful all gussied up! What a very fun date to remember.
That sounds like the most heavenly romantic date ever. I am right there with you about the kids. I love them to death, but there is a reason we have them...you know, those hot men we married and can't resist! It is good to reconnect with the sparky side of marriage and remember why we love it.
My husband is pretty awesome too but I think he needs some lessons from Clark and Mike on taking his wife out occasionally for amazingly romantic dates, despite the price. Sounds like you had a wonderful time!
I'm curious what you dont like about the bear skin rug??? Too Funny!
What an uptown evening. Perfect. I loved your comment about being a grown up and ordering fish. I, apparently am not yet a grown up. I used to love fish but pregnancy has put that on the back burner. Someday I'll grow up again.
You looked pretty and Clark looked handsome. What a fun time! The best part is that they planned it all! Can we do all those things when I come out? You don't have to shave your legs for me either!
Oh bravo, Clark! Bravo! Well done. That was a perfect Valentine's Day and you look gorgeous. I loved it!
BTW, I had a copy of that Lady in White painting in my study for years. I bought it in the museum store there in DC. Still love it! Thanks for thinking of me!
That IS a perfectly perfect date! Way to go, Clark! Can I come next time?
wow--that is fancy like, and you look pretty. (You're hair got long!) Were you exhausted after that day? Running? Overachiever.
clarks dessert looks awesome and i love his suave stance at the end. i might poke my eyeballs out if i had to go to a museam or symphony, but i do like restaraunts! hehe...had to jab at our opposites
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