(Ugh, I need to get back into writing more.)
I don’t think I could get away with calling myself particularly “wealthy” or “well off” or “rolling it in”, but I do suppose that I am (at time of this writing) “getting by” which is okay. I’m young. I don’t have a ton of expenses, but don’t really have room for any either. That being said, Dear Stephen and I seldom get out on the conventional “candle-lit-dinner-and-a-movie-followed-by-coffee” Date. It’s cool.
But, you can imagine that I hop on any chance we get to have a Date Night. And October has, so far, yielded TWO such events. And one Date Day. I love him.
Since around June, Stephen and I have been chomping at the bit to get out and see Religulous, a film by Bill Maher that serves as a commentary organized religion. When we realized that we’d a) Have money and b) have a night that he didn’t work, we jumped on the chance to have a good old fashioned date. We ate dinner at Melt which is to die for yum-e delicious. It’s a cute vegan/vegetarian/carnivore friendly deli/cafe in Northside. Right across from Shake It Records, too! Great location.
(Upon arriving in Northside, we drove past an Obama HQ. Not about to miss the chance to get inside, I swung around the block and parked us right in front. We went in, made our donation and walked away with some neat stickers and a yard sign. What better way to start off Date Night than with some Obama!)
Anyway, we ate and it was go-od and after a short walk around the neighborhood and stumbling across and SPX (to use the lingo) church, we made our way swiftly up to Northside to catch a 7:25 of Religulous. Which I really liked. A lot. I will write a full and complete post on how and why later, as I don’t think I am quite up to right now.
After the movie we headed next door to Sitwells where we could talk about the movie over a cup of coffee and some vanilla ice cream. We both talked about our favorite parts of the movie, our shock at some of the people in the movie and the way that it made us feel to be part of that 16% that considers themselves “non-religious”. I can talk to Stephen more freely and easily than I can talk to anyone I’ve ever met. He asks me questions and makes me think, and I do the same to him. We can share how we both feel about so many things after coming from, at times, such different backgrounds. I love hearing what he says about his convictions as part of that 16% and it makes me realize some of my own. It was a rush of learning new things about him or hearing him talk about what were both realizing about ourselves. Knowing he’s with me and knowing he feels the same way made me feel proud. Proud. Really, suddenly, proud.

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