Once we dropped the kids off at FC camp, Sam quickly decided that he did not want to be the only child at home, and left for Cullman. So it was just me and Magan at home like newlyweds, getting to go on dates whenever we want.
We started on Monday night having dinner at Seasons 52 at the summit. Wow, it was an amazing meal, Magan's steak was perfect, and my porkchop was better than the amazing one from Augustas the week before. The desserts were little cups of heaven, and perfect after a big meal. Then we went to my pick "The Life of Chuck" to see a Stephen King short story I remembered being really neat. And they did it perfectly. I don't think the movie could have been adapted any better. It was really perfect. A movie to be completely confused, then to be completely laughing and loving a dance scene, and finally to watch the movie come back in a complete circle with a little of Stephen King magic. I rarely watch a movie multiple times, but ready to watch this one again as soon as it starts streaming. This was also our first time at the Summit theater with the loungers as our seats...and they were heated also. The only downfall of this whole experience was a smoker dude that sat next to Magan, and had a stank about him. But it seemed to dissipate until he started breathing again.
Our Tuesday night was after Magan's finger therapy session, and we just needed a night off, but Amanda Ray bought us supper and we had some new Mexican called "Trampled by Tacos". It was pretty good, and I was impressed that my burrito, named the Red Nexican, could stand on its own as I ate it. And we sat and actually did some of that binge watching we hear people do these days. Perhaps you can call two shows in a row binge watching, right? Well that was alot for us, and we are now a few episodes into a show called Silo on Apple TV, pretty good.
On Thursday night, we actually picked up the Rawls in the minivan for an actual double date. We were trying to figure out where to go, and when Ashley said habachi at Mt. Fuji, I knew Magan would never veto that one. So we went to Mt Fuji and had steak and chicken. We had the corner seats so it was a little more conducive for some talking during the meal, and I did catch the rice when it was thrown to me, but for Magan, the rice went straight into her cleavage. Which was funny by itself, but when Magan quickly squeezed both boobs together, the rice shot directly up into the smoke from the hibachi grill, then dropped directly into Magan's mouth. Everyone cheered and cried for more, but Magan said that the show was over, so we had to all turn back to the chef that went back to his show of the "Butter" Fly, then the Volcano choo choo. After a great meal at Mt Fuji, we took the Rawls to their first visit of Jeremiahs Ice Cream, and they loved it. We ended up shutting down Jeremiahs, as we heard them lock the doors behind us when we left.
And while there were no pictures, we had one last date on Friday night, going to Bertelones in Calera, where Magan picked out a horrible chicken dish that was way to lemony, but she reminded me to get the Lasagna Bianca, which came to Mama Bertelone in a dream one night, legend tells, and it has been a smash hit every since. I shared, and we had a great meal. I guess we also had Meatballs, fried cheese, and a large piece of strawberry cake. It was a wonderful week, and perhaps a small vision of life in a few years...but we don't want that life yet. The kids keep us running like crazy, but I think we would not have it any other way. We will enjoy every moment we have with them till one day they have to pry my crying face off of Ruby's shoulder. But after this week, I think once the tears dry, I bet there will be a new Stephen King movie at the theater...
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