I didn't take any pictures; sometimes pulling out the camera is an unnecessary disruption, even in the name of documentation. It was just a normal Thursday night, but it was a lovely one: Tony came up after work for a simple date night.
The evening was laid back and entirely perfect. It sounds strange to say this, but Tony and I rarely have just an old-fashioned date night. From date #1 we've been so at ease and comfortable with one another that we've fallen into a natural rhythm. I love this, and I'm certainly not complaining, but these few hours together in the middle of the week were just what we both needed.
He picked me up at my apartment and off we went to Old Town for fish 'n cips. My parking karma came in handy when we snagged a parking spot directly in front of the restaurant, and even though it was just a few quick steps to the door, he still reached for my hand. We ate our pub grub, he sipped on a glass of pinot grigio and I indulged in a citrusy microbrew, and we talked about our days. We both got distracted by the talking around us and laughed at our inability to solely focus on our own conversation. So normal, so nice. After dinner, we stuck around Old Town for a bit longer and then drove back to my place where we sat in the car just talking and kissing before calling it a night.
It seems like such a cliched evening, but it felt like anything but. It's nice to steal a few hours out of the week to just be with each other. And, those of you who know me in real life know that Tony and I spend far more than just a few hours together every week, but it feels different when it's an evening out of the norm. It just feels right.