Adult Evening: Part I The Getting of Culture

As any parent of young children will tell you the adult evening is rare luxury. Okay, maybe not rare for some. I am sure it is quite a common occurence for those that have lots of disposable income and many available babysitters.

And I personally don't know anyone in that category because I am in the other category. The one of poor and desperate for a night out. Those in the other category tend not to hang out with me. But I am lucky in that Ryan and I have both set of grandparents close by who we can guilt trip into watching our little darlings.

Some how the planets aligned and I managed to finagle an unheard of two adult evenings in a row. I know. I can hardly believe it myself.

Last night the kids stayed with Bubbles and Poppy and Ryan and I attended Lala's art opening. See, that is the getting of culture part. Right. My tongue is placed firmly in cheek.

And since I know you must be tired of looking at my fat veiny legs I will post some new pictures. Because an adult evening? It must be documented.

And here is the artist known as Lala:

Here is Ryan and Colby discussing one Lala's paintings. Or wait, maybe they are discussing their unfortunate choice in turtlenecks . . .

Here is Wes. I am pretty certain that he is reflecting on the conversation he endured where Barbara and I expelled the virtues and problems (read narrow shoulders) of vintage jackets.
Pookie:

We then enjoyed mojitos and tapas at Eclipse de luna. And Ryan was driving Ms Drink (me.) And quite drink I got.

Tonight I am the dd and will be driving Mr. Drink. We will be celebrating Wes's 30th birthday at some brewpub in Decatur. He, Wes, says he is going to drink a beer for every year of his life. Last night he was bemoaning how he is trying to gain some weight and that this week is a recovery week for him. I am thinking that with 30 beers some weight gain is certain and that next week will also be a recovery week.