I don't know, guys. This ol' blog is sure struggling stay alive. But despite it being four years since I graduated college, there is still something about the start of a new school year that makes me want to buckle down and get things done. I apparently never keep my blog promises though, so I am not promising anything. (Because then, when I do come back here, y'all will be super excited-- I just KNOW it!)In the meantime, last week was my sixth wedding anniversary. And Sam and I went out on a real live date, and let me tell you, those are very few and very far between. We went over to Shirlington to finally see Midnight in Paris, and I loved it with all my heart. I am so glad I knew nothing about the plot. It was such a lovely surprise. I kind of want to own it so I can watch it again and again. And now I have been researching plane tickets to Paris all week. (Purely hypothetical at this point.) (Also, random tidbit: did you know I studied French for seven years? C'est vrai.)
After the movie, we wandered over to Thai Shirlington,
a place introduced to me by one of my all-time favorite people, Amanda.
Even at 9 pm the weather was fantastic, so we sat outside to enjoy our
There was coconut shrimp, tofu musaman, and green curry. All delicious and wonderful.
then for dessert there was stuffed roti dough. Sam saw the mysterious
thing on the menu and wanted to be adventurous. Something about a taro
root jam stuffed into deep fried roti dough topped with taro root ice
cream and and taro root chip. It was fun and cool, and I would totally
get it again, but Sam testifies that it changed his life. It made him a better person, and I almost thought he would begin glowing or crying tears of pure gold he loved it so much. Moral of the story: I love marriage. I love Paris. I love Thai food. Yum.