And Now for Something Completely Different

A huge thanks to our good friend A-dawg who called our anti-social selves up last night and suggested that the three of us go grab a bite. Drew and I were contemplating the merits of a dinner of pancakes vs. a meal of ravioli at the very moment and facing the prospect of another Wednesday in front of the tube.

Now, I'm not trying to say that I've begun to dislike this more home-centered life that we have been leading for the past several months. Although prior to about October Drew and I were on the go almost every night of the week, I believe that we have adapted quite well to the demands that pregnancy has placed on my body and our social life (i.e., mostly that I want to do little more after work that lay down and maybe intake some nutrition). In fact, I've come to enjoy our quiet time on the couch together...Drew usually being super sweet and rubbing some swollen extremity of mine while we wind down from our respective days until one of us falls asleep.

However, at the same time, it is just nice to get out some times. And more importantly, it is nice to see our friends on nights other than Saturday. (Although I love seeing everyone that I do on Saturdays...especially because I'm probably more perky than I would otherwise be!!!) So anyway, A-dawg calls us up and we go to Hops in Cherry Creek for dinner.

Hops is actually a very special restaurant for Drew and I. It was the site of our first date. Well, not our first date exactly...we had been friends for quite a while before that fateful Monday night at Hops in 2004 and we may, or may not, have had a date or two before then. (I'm sure many of you know how in the ambiguous world of 20-something romance in the early 2000's what does and does not constitute a date is very hazy.) But that Monday was the first time we had seen each other since Drew unexpectedly laid a kiss on me in the parking lot of Dave & Buster's the Saturday prior - so it was definitely a date and the start of this big adventure we have been on since then. We have only been there twice since that 2004 Monday. Once, two nights before our wedding because we wanted to have one last date as single people together and last night - because I wanted a hamburger and it was the only place I could think of that would have a good hamburger and wasn't Griff's or a smokey pub - see what pregnancy does to you? Sucks the romance right out it all!!! ;-)

After dinner we all browsed around the Tattered Cover for a bit. The TC is moving by the way, in case you didn't know. And if you don't know what the TC is then you won't care so just skip this paragraph. But yeah..it's moving into the old Lowenstein Theater on Colfax. I'm so excited. I used to drive by that theater all the time and thought it looked so neat (it sort of has a modern 60's design vibe to it) so I'm glad it will be used. Take that Cherry Creek and your snotty overpriced real estate! The TC is going old school, for real!

But, the highlight of the night for me was when we came back to our loft and A-dawg and I had a conversation about Thomas Hobbes. I haven't even attempted to discuss anything philosophical for, er, maybe six months. My mind has been completely absorbed in baby and wedding and baby and family and baby. The books I read are mostly about babies, or just good old fashioned fiction, but mostly about babies. So...it was nice to have a meaningful philosophical exchange for a small time. Well, for me it was good although I felt like my mind was an ancient industrial machine, covered in rust, and my thoughts were only coming out as fast and these old and decrepit gears would allow them to - so I'm sure that for A-dawg it was torture. But he was pleasantly responsive and not at all condescending so...another big shout out of thanks to him!

And so ends another week. Tomorrow I will hit 31 weeks. Unfortunately I got word this week that my blood pressure is too high so I have to watch it but my blood test for preeclempsia showed me to be normal (medically) so that is some relief. We have a meeting with the pediatrician on Monday and Drew's Dad is bringing over the crib this weekend to set up. Yay!!! See...there I go again. Babies...they are just always on my mind.

P.S. - I hope you like the ticker box I added to the heading of this blog. Now everyone can keep track of just how little time is left! Eeep!