Two weeks ago, Sean had something to celebrate. He may not have seen it that way, but I did. So I arranged a date for us so that we could celebrate. Or at least so that I celebrated in the company of the man who deserved a celebration.
We started at PX, a bar in Old Town Alexandria. We love PX. It’s a speakeasy-type bar, exception no password required. Just a reservation.
Can you tell that Sean’s drink is flaming here?
In case you’re curious, I’m much better at dates now. We of course talk about Wes, but my mind doesn’t circle around and around wondering if he’s okay and what’s he’s up to.
Then we headed to a tried and true restaurant for dinner. We hadn’t been since I was overdue pregnant with Wes. We ended up with a waiter we’ve had a few times now and remembered that I had been pregnant last time (maybe because I was over due and maybe because I went to the bathroom at least five times during our dinner). So he brought over some champagne as a congratulations. And we ate delicious things.
While Sean may not have wanted the celebration, it was at least a good date night, and a date night is a pretty great thing for us these days.