The Seven Year Itch

Hi gang.

I know I haven't checked in awhile.  Again, not much as happened around here lately - Kris and I teach all day, come home, unsuccessfully attempt to get our children to eat their dinner, put them down via the ol' bath/books/bed routine, and then watch Netflix and have a drink or three before falling asleep and repeating the whole process.

Sound awesome?  Have kids, then.

Anyway, I figured it'd probably be rude of me not to post something today, seeing how it's Kris and I's Seven Year Anniversary today, and we haven't cheated on each other or grown bored with each other.  Yet.  I think that's grounds for a blog post.

Mikado Sushi of Hunters Creek

So yeah, since you can't really celebrate the anniversary of your nuptials properly on a frickin' Monday night after work, we decided to go out the Friday evening before (the 4th, as it were.)  We dropped the kids off at Sunchild for their Parents Night Out program and checked out a Sushi joint called Mikado Sushi.  The prices were pretty decent, and the sushi was excellent.

Good sushi, folks.

Unfortunately - like we do every, single time - we ordered like a bunch of uncultured assholes.  We could've stuck with a couple sushi rolls and been fine, and God knows I should never order Japanese wine, as I know little or nothing to do with it.  Yet, once again, we proudly put on our Retard Pants and ordered terrible drinks and an additional, pricey Bento Box (however the hell you spell that) which was full of deep-fried terribleness that we could barely finish.

Yuck City.

After an hour or so of gorging ourselves past the point of being full, we waddled out to the car and sat in the parking lock contemplating our next move.  We were so overly-full that nothing sounded good, so we debated what we'd do next for about twenty minutes, sitting in a parked car in the middle of Hunter's Creek.  Like a couple of idiots.  It was too early to pick up the girls (we spent $30 so folks could watch them, and, having only been out for an hour and a half, it didn't really feel like we had gotten our money's worth yet.)

Just to give you an idea of how shitty we both felt, Kris suggested we go to a bar and have a couple drinks, and I said NO.  Me.  Seriously.  I was so full, beer sounded terrible.

Folks, if that doesn't spell disaster, I don't know what does.

Anyway, Kris wanted to pick up one of her go-to indulgences, a Boba Tea from some joint down on Osceola Parkway, so that's what we did.  Afterwards, we decided to hit up one of my guilty pleasures - Stogies.

Check it out if you ever get the chance. . .

Yours Truly, from an earlier excursion with coworkers

Stogies is a cigar bar that I frequent with some of my esteemed associates from work, and it is excellent.  They have a walk-in humidor, a really awesome and friendly staff, and a great craft beer selection to choose from.  The fact that there's a place around the corner that allows you to smoke fine cigars whilst drinking snob beer in public is nothing short of life-saving.


I didn't get a drink this time around, though, and since Kris isn't a huge fan of sitting amidst billows of cigar smoke, we decided to sit outside in the refreshingly awesome weather, where she drank her bizarro tea and I had a cigar.  Then, tired and considerably lame, we opted to pick up our kids - by that point in time, it had been a few hours, so we didn't feel quite so pathetic.

Seven.

So yeah.  That's how the Seventh Anniversary went down.  Nothing crazy or 'awwwww'-inspiring (get it?).  Tonight we crack open our traditional bottle of champagne and drink to one more divorce-less year.

Slainté,

- Brian