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The Last Supper
Sep. 24th, 2004 09:44 pmIt won't actually be our last meal out. In fact we are scheduled to have lunch tomorrow with a friend of ours and her new beau. But tonight was our, ceremonially, last dinner out alone before we become parents. We went out to The Melting Pot, and promised each other to swear off from any discussion about the baby.
Inevitably this left us discussing exactly how we got to this point and all the people who have been involved. We can still recall not being able to afford going out to a place like the Melting Pot. Especially not on what was basically a spur of the moment idea. That we can afford to do this is nice and, ignoring the logistical issues of managing life with a newborn, it's not financially likely to happen as often anyway once we own newborns.
A lot of the discussion revolved around our eating arrangements back then. Since I had a job, *laugh* I was a temp, and my wife (to be) was still in school, I would buy the groceries and she would handle the cooking. It was a fair arrangement, one I couldn't complain about. I guess, were we to do it now, it'd probably be me doing two thirds of the cooking, or something. I'm probably not keeping up my end of the bargain.
But for the moment, given the dim lighting and dark dress, we could pretend that it was just the two of us there on a romantic night out.
At least when the baby wasn't kicking.
Inevitably this left us discussing exactly how we got to this point and all the people who have been involved. We can still recall not being able to afford going out to a place like the Melting Pot. Especially not on what was basically a spur of the moment idea. That we can afford to do this is nice and, ignoring the logistical issues of managing life with a newborn, it's not financially likely to happen as often anyway once we own newborns.
A lot of the discussion revolved around our eating arrangements back then. Since I had a job, *laugh* I was a temp, and my wife (to be) was still in school, I would buy the groceries and she would handle the cooking. It was a fair arrangement, one I couldn't complain about. I guess, were we to do it now, it'd probably be me doing two thirds of the cooking, or something. I'm probably not keeping up my end of the bargain.
But for the moment, given the dim lighting and dark dress, we could pretend that it was just the two of us there on a romantic night out.
At least when the baby wasn't kicking.
