So, Richard and I went out to celebrate our anniversary last night. My mom is in pickle heaven right now... babysitting Isaiah for the whole night. We had no idea what to do with ourselves! We have systematically alienated most of our friends, one, because ever since we moved to LI we have felt totally isolated and two, because we kind of liked it being just us three (as you may have gathered from a previous post). It not like our married life consisted of constant partying before the little man was born. But, we had our group, typically nights out involved a lounge, a bar, some hip hop karaoke or a hookah lounge. When we lived on the Upper West Side we just walked out the door an hailed a cab (too uppity to take a subway on the weekends) and now our trip involves a long island railroad ride for an hour or a 45 min drive. Anyway, I guess it was also part laziness.
So, we dropped Isaiah off with my mom, hopped in the car and headed out. We had no clue where we were going but like mice to cheese, we knew from our previous life to go towards the flashing lights (aka Manhattan). Just to paint you a picture of just how unprepared we were to go be young again, for the majority of our drive Richard and I listened to Fresh 102.7 (NY's newest soft rock station) and belted out songs like Under The Bridge by the Red Hot Chili Peppers (I don't ever want to feeeeeeeelll, like I did that day..) and Vision of Love by Mariah. I also spent a large portion of the car ride obsessing over whether my hair looked too big and whether I was showing too much cleavage... clearly, middle aged woman concerns. I am only 26!! My twins should be partying in public every day. Anyway, it took me about 20 minutes to finally turn to Hot 97 which was playing kind of an old school Biggie mix. Normally, if Isaiah is in the car, we listen to non-children music pretty low, rapping it under our breath and doing our own "beeeeeppp" at the naughty words. So we start doing that and finally, I crank up the music like a mad woman shouting as if realizing it for the first time, "ISAIAH ISN'T IN THE BACK SEAT!" It took Richard a minute to warm up, he actually got mad at me for a second for turning from some Luther remix on the quiet storm, 107.5 (smmoooth R&B). Finally, like total lossers we starting screaming to the music, blaring it the rest of the way into the city. We decided our return to young people life needed to be slow, but swanky. So we opted for Houston's on E. 53 because... we rationalized, it is usually filled with young people in their late 20's early 30s wearing wedding rings and toting blackberry's which is us.. sans the blackberry but a cool razor with a great text messaging feature lol. (btw, I am no longer a contract attorney, i quite that madness, i am returning to my old job full time next Thursday where as one of my favorite judge's said "people love and care about you." - no more working to 8pm!!!!).
So, we get to Houston's, I have a lemon drop and a french martini and I am IN HEAVEN. I look good, my husband looks good, we are flirting, we are joking with other married good looking people, I limit myself to checking on Isaiah every two hours and we are making the transition. Then, as if in a cloud of chocolate milk, in walks Derek Luke, an actor, who we just saw in "Definitely, Maybe" and who we loved in "Antwon Fisher." So, clearly I cannot contain my excitement but as a true New Yorker, my pride stands in the way of me actually saying anything to him. I barely look in his direction, walking right past him to take a phone call (the call of course to my two best friends to scream). I also accosted a group of women to gush and one woman referred to him as a, "Moist Towelette."
My husband being from North Carolina can't understand this so after Mr. Derek "Chocolate" Luke finishes his meal (which he ate by himself at the bar... it was kind of sad actually). Richard brings him over to me to take a picture with me (which I must say boded REALLY well for him later in the night lol). I said something dumb like, "I love your work... I didn't want to disturb your meal" because that is what any respectable NY-er would say. And he said, "I had my steak so I am good." and was REALLY nice. Richard, in a weird pimp moment asked him to kiss my cheek, and I said nooooo, love Derek Luke but Isaiah kisses these cheeks and I don't know where Derek's lips have been, and Mr. Chocolate said "Nah, man, my wife..." and we all laughed. So, we had some yummy food, sobered up and headed home at about 1ish, which is a good start for two married people just getting our groove back. We had a really great night. I woke up at around 6am anyway and called my mom because I knew Isaiah would be up. He wasn't crying and sounded happy so Richard and I went back to bed. I miss my pickle! But, this night was well needed.
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