I’m a self-confessed homebody. I really am. Fortunately, my husband is to. But, he splurged for our anniversary this year with a subscription of tickets to the “theatre” (please read that with a British accent). Since dates at home often become us sitting side by side with our MacBooks (sad but true), going out for a date isn’t such a bad idea.
Creatures of habit that we are (I’m making us sound like some real winners here), Grammy came to watch the wild monkeys, and we took off for dinner in Chinatown to our favorite dive complete with wall lamps that look like UFOs, a mounted god of some sort with oranges around him, a lit framed picture of a waterfall, pink glowing ceiling lights, and a chandelier that resembles one from a cheap wedding reception venue. Oh yeah, we love the atmosphere here.
Okay, so we spend a good bit of time smiling at the atmosphere which adds to the fun really. There’s just something about the decor, the fact that we’re obviously the only white people there, and that we have to wait for the waiter who speaks English just makes us happy. Reminds us both of our time in China, and we talked about how we dream of when we could go back.
Our trip to the store to get Pocky, roasted milk tea, and some biscuits Evan loves brings it all back too. They even have solar powered cats and odd looking Mickey Mouses that wave their hands. As we stopped in the bakery to get our dessert to take to the “theatre” (don’t forget the accent) for intermission, we caught ourselves trying to convert the price from RMB to USD. But, that would have made our custard roll nearly $14.
The show was great. We both just loved it. Though we didn’t belly laugh aloud like some of the patrons around us who I’m thinking enjoyed their dinner and preshow drinks perhaps a little too much, we did laugh together and exchange those looks often. You know the looks, the looks to each other just to share an entertaining moment, enjoying it as a couple rather than as two individuals.
Even with the pouring down rain and the fact that our clothes were damp from walking around the streets of Philadelphia throughout the entire show, it was a grand evening. Ticketty boo, if I should say so myself.
