While waiting for the Uber, we stood on Braddock Park on a perfectly glorious evening and watched the world go by. Dog-walkers were strolling along Southwest Corridor Park, and one particularly friendly gentleman walked by and smiled. He looked us both up and down, then addressed Andy: “You need to up your game!” I thanked him and busted out laughing. (For the record, Andy looked quite dapper in his new Brooks Brothers jacket, and was far less amused than I was by the comment.)
It was a short drive to Nahita, which was as beautiful in real life as it looked in all the write-ups I’d seen. There was still some light in the sky when we sidled up to the handsome bar. Filled with tropical plants and high windows, it was an antidote to the gray weather and a lovely setting for a Saturday night dinner.
We carried on with our cocktail hour, having arrived earlier than our reservation for precisely this purpose. It’s the best way to make a dinner with a loved one last a little longer, and extending a wonderful time seemed to be one of the themes of the weekend. With the stresses of work and home-ownership, and the expanding difficulties of staying healthy and mobile, such breaks feel fewer and further between one another. We cherished our evening together, much as we held on to our recent Savannah adventures. Maybe we just need to take more vacations while we still can.
As different as we are (see wrist exhibits above) we get along surprisingly well, because for all our outward differences we share many underlying traits. I thought of this as our appetizer of octopus arrived. It was in Boston where we first tried it a number of years ago ~ at Cinquecento as Andy reminded me. That’s the beauty of a history together ~ it keeps building on itself, layers and layers of memories, shared moments, laughter and tears and all the best parts of life.
We also talked about what we might do for next year’s 10thanniversary celebration, and that was worth a raised glass…
