Last Saturday we ditched these two (seen on the left) with their aunt and uncle (so long, suckers!) so we could go paint the town red in honor of our anniversary. We had a lovely time. We hit the Decatur square and it was a gorgeous evening. We failed to make reservations so we were kind of screwed when we showed up for dinner, but we made the best of our 1 hour wait. We meandered across the square and ate a roll of sushi at Sushi Avenue. We then wandered over by the gazebo where a free jazz concert was in session, we twirled a couple times across the space in front of the Atlanta 17, en route back to the restaurant, where our table was still not ready. So we hit Decatur CD. Then we were seated for dinner at the fairly new Cakes & Ale, where we enjoyed spectacular food and outstanding service. Here's an example of the service - when we first arrived, the hostess gave us the bad news about the wait and suggested that we could maybe eat at the bar. Low-blood-sugar-Lisa growled "I don't want to have my romantic anniversary dinner at the bar" and we left for sushi. She heard me, told our waiter it was our anniversary, and when we were seated he bought us each a glass of sparkling white wine (it was good!). We enjoyed our meal, walked in the gorgeous evening to the car we'd purposely parked far away, and headed home, thinking our night could not be beat. That is, until the next morning when we saw the pictures and heard the tale of Kate & Sarah's night. Why they always gotta one-up us?!?
Their friends Catherine, Margaret, Ella and Henry came over. They had a cook-out. Lounged in kid-sized Adirondack chairs, dishing I suppose. They played a little Bocce (doesn't Kate kind of look like Jennifer Aniston in this picture with the bocce ball?)
Next, they built a fire and roasted marshmallows.
Then they made S'mores.
Then, apparently, they went to a rave.
Finally, they hit the tub, glowsticks in hand.
Next time we do this, I at least want my own glowsticks.