date night.

last night was date night. and we headed to espanol, which confuses me because it is an italian restaurant. anyway, this place has been around since 1923 and you know i love all things retro.


we have come here before and sometimes i pretend that we are sitting next to mobsters who are discussing grisly murders and illicit business deals in a cryptic, accented tongue. sometimes i even see tony and carmella soprano.


but last night, i only saw ryan.

but i also saw the huge plate of raviolis and authentic pesto that was placed in front of me and the never ending bread supply. heaven, i tell you.

after our meal, we headed to the grocery store, which is not really a chore but more like date night, part two. we had cheese and milk on our list but ryan snuck some little debbies in the cart and expressed his happiness that nutella has made its way to the states. not really. he hates that stuff.

homeward we headed and we went out for a nice, long walk. we agreed that the air was still, the sky was clear and what a great night it would be for a telescope. ryan picked me an apple from a tree and i eagerly bit into it only to discover it was unripe orange. as i pried the bitter rind from my teeth i asked ryan to see how far he could throw that pre-mature orange. he did. and it was far.

once home, we curled up on the couch and watched some stupid movie about the end of the world. but i couldn't pay attention; wrapped in my favorite blanket, with my head on ryan's shoulder and the smell of citrus still in my nose, all i could do was take one moment to remark on how cozy i felt, how i loved pesto and cuddling almost equally and how much i hated unripe citrus before i slipped off into dreamland...