Spontaneity... and a Jazz Club Reco
A little over 3 years ago, The Stallion and I unknowingly wound up on our first date.
'How does that happen?', you might ask. Well, this is how: we used to work together and we went out with a group of colleagues after work on a Friday night. As they dwindled, we were (happily) left to our lonesome. The Stallion suggested that we finish the night at Jardine's Restaurant and Jazz Club.
I had never been. But, boy, do I love that place now. It's great live music in a dark, intimate setting. I'll keep it high-level - since my mother and grandmother are likely reading this - but we could not keep our hands off of each other. It was a truly magical night.
We usually go back every year for our anniversary. The first year we decided to do dinner as well. We weren't very impressed with their food, so we've since kept to cocktails and appetizers. I honestly can't remember if we went last year or not (impressive, I know). And this year? Well, we didn't really recognize or celebrate our anniversary at all. I think we're both in the mindset that we're now engaged and about to be on a different anniversary schedule, and, well, I don't really know....but it came and went this year with only slight recognition.
In case you're reading this years later, last night was a Tuesday. The Stallion has bowling with a company league. I went to class at Fusion (which I totally need to write a post on - LOVE that place). The Stallion usually arrives home around 8:30 or so and we sit with each other on the couch until it's time to go to bed.
Earlier that day, an idea had come to me - we should go to Jardine's tonight.
I don't know why. I can't explain it. I decided I'd tell The Stallion to meet me at Jardine's when he called to say he's on his way home from the bowling alley - I wanted it to be spontaneous. He was up for it. We went and it was an absolutely phenomenal night. On a Tuesday.
[So, it probably wasn't totally spontaneous for him. I asked him a ton of questions over instant messenger before I left work (are you really tired? are you going to have to do work tonight?) before telling him that he MUST call me as he's leaving the bowling alley. But still. He didn't know what I had up my sleeve. But I think it's safe to say he was pretty sure that I was plotting something.]
The place was packed. The band was great. The wine was cheap. The conversation was nostalgic and intimate and inspired. There was not one centimeter of space anywhere between The Stallion and I. It was just magical. Just like the very first time. Except there was less making out (still some - I tell ya, there's something about that place) and more deep conversation.
So, two things. 1) Go to Jardine's sometime with your love; it's a guaranteed romantic evening. 2) Especially if you don't have kids yet, do something spontaneous. (Or, if you do have kids, get a babysitter, but keep it a secret. It can still be spontaneous for one of you!) Get off the couch. Make time for each other. Live.
You'll be glad you did. Pinky swear.
P.S. I think I'm still glowing from last night. Can you tell?