January 18, 2014

I had to go into work this morning for a little while and got back just as George was pulling out of the street with my sweet little girls.  All week they have been over the moon excited for a sleepover at their Aunt Ruth's.  This also meant date night for George and I, say whaaaat?  I can't remember the last time we went out.  It was a long time ago.  So we had big plans.  We'd go see a movie and head to Dave and Buster's for dinner / drinks / games.

We saw Wolf of Wallstreet.  I don't even know what to say.  More "f" words than I've ever heard in my life, and it was a movie with no real conclusion, despite the fact that it went on for 3 hours.  3 hours I'll never get back with lots of scenes that just dragged on past their purpose.  It was exhausting.  I walked away in disbelief anybody liked it.

Next stop, Dave and Busters, and boy was I pumped.  Until there was nowhere to park and literally a line to get it.  As much as I like standing out in the blistering cold of a Michigan January, I'm past that point in my life.

So we went to T.G.I.Fridays and experienced unusually bad service and left without ordering food after our apps.  The manager ended up comping the entire thing.

We returned home and George treated me to an exciting night of Wii spectating and his unique mix on Pandora.  It's ok, SNL is on soon enough.  I think tomorrow maybe I'll sew, I don't know, I don't know if I'll have enough time.