Tonight, The Wedding Date and I are going to the art museum. Those of you who have been reading for a while know how I feel about the art museum: it’s my go-to date, and frankly, I’m surprised it’s taken us this long. I always subject my dates to the art museum, and usually I do it fairly early on as part of my vetting process, but The Wedding Date and I met eight months ago yesterday (!) and this will be our first visit.
I can’t wait.
Between his kids and my parents, we’ve had very little alone time lately and you can’t get much better than wine, live jazz and—oh yeah—art on a Friday night. Plus, we’re meeting two of his friends at a nightclub in North Philly afterward so as long as I manage to figure out an outfit that’s appropriate for both the art museum and the night club, it’s going to be fabulous.
(Unless I don’t manage to figure out an outfit, in which case I’ll probably have a complete meltdown.)
For two people who love to dance as much we do, it sure has been a while. We danced at the wedding where we first met back in July, then again at my friends’ wedding in January, and of course on the night of first date but seeing as it was out first date, we kept things pretty G-rated. We also attempted to go dancing on Valentine’s Date and even bought tickets to this “exclusive young professionals ball” in Old City but said ball was cancelled because they didn’t sell enough tickets.
At any rate, I can’t wait to go dancing either.
And on that note, it’s time to go tidy up the guest room…