Mr. Rosenberg and I are sitting here in the living room trying to remember the last time we had a date night. A night with a meal and an event sans small chaperone. Elementary school parent functions do not count. We can't come up with anything. How did we let this happen?
Tonight! Tonight Mr. R. and I will be traveling up to Santa Barbara to have dinner and see a concert. Bob will be home with my mom. Delightful food (cooked by not me) and Elvis Costello await us. More importantly, grown up conversation will be happening, at least most of the time.
I'm afraid I won't know how to act in a grown up situation. I'm going to wing it.
And I'll order appetizers.
And delicious overpriced coffee.
And hear Alison.
It's going to be a good night.