Date Night

Didn't I say in an earlier post that I wanted to be more cultured? Tonight Charles and I spent a night of high culture going to the Gateway Mall for some California Pizza Kitchen. We ordered the waldorf salad and garlic pizza. Yummy. I rambled on about my life, our kids, my school and my friends. We wandered the Mall and hit our favorite stores like Anthropologie, The Apple Store, and Barnes and Noble. Charles gave money to a beggar with a sign that said, "Being Chased By Aliens, Please Help." Charles said that a man who is being chased by aliens deserves his pocket change. 

Our conversations were quick-witted the whole night. Charles said that if we wrote down our conversations we would have a ready-made story. I said, no way. We are too glib, it wouldn't work on paper. 

Charles thought the woman at anthropologie was kind for giving us a parking validation when he didn't even ask for one (he bought me a new journal) and then we looked at some boots and I told Charles how it bugs me that you can spend 150 dollars on a pair of beautiful leather boots and the boots still don't have sufficient traction. 

We caught a movie on the way home called Ghost Town which is about a man who is tremendously selfish and in the end learns that the meaning of life is found by serving others. The man reminded me of myself, before he learned to serve others. 

I snuck a caramel apple into the movie theater and was in delicious heaven for the entire movie. Charles couldn't have any because he is off sweets.