playing at adults

jbp looked particularly dashing in his herringbone jacket with patched elbows (courtesy of papa power). I donned a frilly top overlayed with a black vest and accented with peep-toe shoes and rouge on my lips. for our wedding we had received play money (no, really) from a dear friend, with which to use to go to the chicago theater with. the picture of dorian gray sounded intense and interesting.

we drove up to heartland cafe at 7000 n glenwood in the arts district to enjoy some pumpkin ravioli and spicy black bean burger with beer. jbp hasn't had any of his own brews in the fridge and has desperately been needing a cold one. dinner out, though expensive (especially so, since we are broke), is decidedly important for us. we find ourselves on palmer around the house a lot. I am a homebody and, by extension, jbp becomes a homebody. don't read that wrong: he goes out and about with friends without or with me. but his friends live three blocks away so even if we aren't at palmer, we're at lyndale and just don't seem to get out of logan square. when we do get out it's to target or work or the bike shop or stanley's. so even with funds low, sitting in a completely different neighborhood around different people (certainly different than the demographics in logan square) eating different food gives, as silly as this sounds, us something to talk about.

it was like the honeymoon: so much time always together or around each other and, well, you run out of things to talk about. we became that couple that sat at dinner out together and did not say a word. we weren't angry with each other or even just annoyed. we had simply shared everything there was to share. inspiration had disappeared for a while, and time apart, which was a luxury, was scarce.

so saturday we got dressed up and then sat our butts down for a served meal and a dramatic performance. we felt rather adult and the intentionality of it seemed rather funny. perhaps it's because we know we are rather content to sit home with a movie from the redbox and some doctored-up boxed macaroni and cheese.

my hangover from last night's bottle of wine was still lingering in the corner and jonathan was exhuasted from having to wake up early to go schmooz at his lsac convention. we sure were adults.

i got too full from pumpkin ravioli. but it was good.
i got too cold at the play but dorian gray was good. we had fun.