Date Night

Poor Russ. Since I am on this very restrictive diet he is stuck eating the hodge podge of food at home that he can rustle up into something that resembles a meal. I am fine eating a little piece of chicken breast and some green vegetable, but Russ really needs something better. If he were to eat what I am eating he would begin to look like some male version of Olive Oil, tall and skinny.

Friday he asked me if we could possibly go out to dinner one night this weekend. By the time I agreed all the Saturday night reservations for the places he wanted to try were gone so we settled on a Sunday date night. Makes no difference to me since everyday is the same in my life.

Carter was still away on what she called “the best weekend of her life so far.” Her friend Ashley gave her tickets for the Lana Del Ray concert in Charlotte for her birthday in December. I don’t know if Ashley’s mother knew what a big gift that was but it turned into a night at the Ritz in Charlotte. Then Carter got to take Ashley’s little sister to Camp Cheerio today for her first camp drop off. To Carter it meant she got a chance to see her girl’s session friends she was missing by choosing to be a CIT at co-ed. Tonight she got home just in time to go out to dinner with her friend Cait before she leaves for South Africa in the morning. Oh happy weekend indeed.

I got home from my friend Andrea’s Sip and Say Hello party this afternoon where I met an amazing group of interesting women just in time for my date with Russ. He had chosen the Counting House at the 21 C hotel. He asked me to look at the menu to make sure it was OK for my diet and I told him not to worry I could make it work.

After we were seated at our corner booth with a purple penguin as our mascot diner a lovely waitress came to serve us. I asked if the kitchen could make me a fish without any butter or oil with a green vegetable. Much back and forth with questions from the chef and she was sure they could make me something yummy and in the bounds of my tight requirements. I was not disappointed when she brought out my plate with kale, zucchini and snow peas atop my fish with a fume.

There is nothing better than a chef who rises to the challenge. Russ was able to have a good meal of his choosing and the perfect date it was. The moral of the story is not to let restrictive eating prevent you from living.