Date [deyt]: When two (and only two) people get fancy, go out to dinner & dessert, and then follow up with an enjoyable something or other. (Websters words, not mine).
Fact: We hadn't gone out on a "date" in 11 months. (If you don't believe us, check our Netflix queue or our tab with the pizza delivery guy). It's no coincidence that Ivy is 11 months old. Yep, 11 months. That means birthdays, anniversaries, and valentines slipped by and we were all, "table for two and a highchair please." Sure we go on "family dates", but when you add a highchair to the mix you can hardly call it a date, let's be real guys.
Unjustified Justification: We have someone watch Ivy every time we work or shoot a wedding, so we feel bad getting a sitter for anything else non-work related. We so lame, I know.
Resolution: For our annual date we chose to go to Arcade Fire and grab dinner along the way. It was so crazy being able to both eat with both of our hands, not have anything spilled on us, and have uninterrupted, adult conversation. (Turns out though, our uninterrupted adult conversations lead to the same things they do when the Veester is there with us: Tina Fey, Ivy, Charlie Sheens salary, and poop.)
Arcade Fire & Local Natives were great to say the least. If pit stains are any indication of how much fun we had, see for yourself. Can't wait for next year. ;)
PS- A huge thank you goes to our friends the balls for being like, "Oh you guys have really bad seats? Take our awesome tickets, we're going home anyways!" You guys practically saved Christmas.