Kevin was off this Thursday and Friday...anyone who knows me knows that I am generally overwhelmed with taking care of the two kids most nights. Usually, when Kevin is home, I see this as an opportunity to take a break...have him bathe them, put them to bed. He's amazingly helpful all the time, despite his crazy work schedule. When he goes in at 3, we'll come home to sumptuous dinners sometimes. Anything to ease the dinner shuffle.
This week, I felt a great lightness in being with my family. I just wanted to eat them all up. I'm so grateful for Kevin, with or without his crazy schedule. He's the best husband and father and friend I could ask for. And my kids drive me crazy with love and anxiety. What a gift. We enjoyed each other so much this week...great Kevin dinners both nights (shrimp and angel hair one night, pork tenderloin with cherries and sweet potatoes the next); late night (8:30) swimming at Georgia's pool with Ana now wearing one of those floatie football player all-in-one numbers that keeps her head up, and Elliot putting his face in the pool...running wet from her house to ours and getting gelato in our pajamas...it's been dreamy.
Saturday night, I went out to Art on Oak (kids with Tita), and enjoyed touring the shops and sampling chilled sangrias. Sparkling bellydancers in one block, prim flutists in the next. Running into old friends, and new. Then joining Georgia for a yummy dinner at Asian Cajun. Phil Melacon was there, with his tongue-in-cheek performance. There was a real movie quality about the evening, with random diners rising to sing loudly or play the piano as thonged aerobics instructors who were participating in the Krewe of Oak's Same Ol' Thong and Dance parade, trickled in for a bite. These moments are why I love this city. The fact that none of these things seemed strange. Only in New Orleans.
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That -does- sound dreamy.
I had hoped to make it to Art on Oak, but it was hard to justify (or muster the energy) after languishing in bed much of the day.
How's the food at Asian Cajun?
I can't remember the last time I had so much fun.
(Ok..Well I'll limit that to "adult fun" since I have oodles of daily baby fun courtesy of Amaya Grace!)
But seriously. At the risk of sounding cheesy, it was magical to me in many ways. Cooler than any night we had had in AGES..strolling those cute shops together and collecting surprises for our little sweeties at home (hopefully sleeping by then!) eating that yummy dinner (or taking most of it home )that could have fed 12 people...the amazing atmosphere in the restaurant (you said it perfectly, it was out of a MOVIE!) and sharing girl talk, family talk, work talk, neighborhood talk, and general nonsese talk, I had forgotten how bad I NEEDED that kind of nite and you were the perfect date! I also loved running through the rain for Gelato,(yum!) and then the late nite, loud music, mindless cruise in DA trusty VOLVO. We looked HOTTT. I'm sure of it.
I didn't realize till I got home that I had a lovely brown Gelato mustache the whole time we were chatting and walking the streets...and the best part is...
I didn't care!
Thanks for a magical night, and a great friendship. I'm lucky to have you!
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