I know I’m like the 10,000th person to mention it to him… but I got the chance to tell him how much I liked “God of Loss,” and specifically the lyrics. I’m sure he’s heard it a million times, but it felt great to share how much it meant to me.
It’s come to this. It’s a Friday night, we’re both done with work… and how do we spend it? Walking around Home Depot, looking for light bulbs, a dado stack, and some lumber.
When we pointed to the bottles from the Scotch Malt Whisky Society, our bartender (Peter) got really excited. He brought them all over, and the three of us fell to talking. He was impressed that we visited them in Edinburgh, and we talked at length about their bottles and the whole process.
A few months back, Liz and I had heard of a place called Barton G’s. It sounded fun, in terms of how the food and presentation was described (think: very over the top)… and so Liz ended up making reservations for us to try it out.
We are, I feel, crossing that thin line between people who enjoy watching Star Trek and people who actively seek out Star Trek related things.
After work today, I met up with Liz at the Art Institute. Tonight was DePaul Night, where students and employees got to attend free of charge (and I was her plus one), so we decided on an impromptu date night.
In the car, I realized something: it didn’t matter if we were late, or if something went wrong. I was on a date with my wife, and no matter what happened – it was going to be great. Because I was on a date with my wife.
Liz made a reservation for us to have a date night tonight at Monteverde. These last few months, all we’ve really focused on has been our house and our work.
After a full day of cleaning the house (and some miscellaneous yard work), Liz and I cleaned up and headed back to Logan Square for date night. Several months ago, back in March, she made reservations for us at a place called Giant.
This group is really quite phenomenal. I knew they were good live, but they sounded amazing. While I was happy to hear them in such an intimate setting, I couldn’t help but feel that they deserved to be better known, given how good they are.
My final drink: Edison Square (warm, pistachio, ancho, caramel, rye, cognac). The way this drink is brought out is really amazing. It’s bottled up, and then when the server opens the top up… smoke just billows out everywhere. Pretty much everyone else in our immediate area stopped what they were doing and watched.
“The Weatherman,” by Gregory Alan Isakov is a favorite album of mine. Tonight, Liz and I got to listen to him perform at Thalia Hall.