Last night my husband and I went out for dinner again. This time we did outdoor dining at the local Irish pub, which in “normal” times is our go-to place for Friday night dinner. The pub finally got their white tent set up in their parking lot this past Tuesday, but it’s definitely not as big as the other restaurant we went to on our first night of outdoor dining. The Irish pub only has 9 tables under their tent, so I made sure that I called last week on Sunday to make a reservation for 8 p.m. on Friday!
So we went last night and it was just so nice to be back eating at our typical Friday spot even if we weren’t sitting at the bar like we normally do, which my husband it really missing. And yes, I get it — after all this time together at home, there’s not a bunch new we have to talk about over dinner on a Friday night out. I just kind of spent all day with him, I have no stories to tell him, so yes, sitting at the bar a chatting with other folks would be nice right now, but that’s not where we are currently. And I would much rather sit and stare at him in silence at a table eating food that we didn’t make or have to clean up after, then lugging my takeout food home and hoping it will still be warm when we get there. And he’d rather sit at a bar, but to each their own, right.
And today, I went to my second in person yoga class! It was outside and with real people! And with an instructor I didn’t have to watch on my phone! It was a good class and I just enjoyed being out in the world again.
Things are starting to look a little more normal, and after over 3 months, thank goodness!
Notes from a Self Quarantine 