Two years down, baby! To celebrate, I changed into “date clothes,” which looks oddly similar to work clothes (Must. Shop. Soon.) and Nate and I went to dinner. The food was yums. The wine was yums. And
we managed to talk about non-Theo things for at least 30 minutes. Should I even mention that an hour and a half into our date, Nate asked if we could go home? “Let’s get cupcakes and sit on the couch,” he says. And this is year two, people! Thankfully, we decided that it was just too embarrassing to return home so soon. Onto more booze and chocolate! When we did eventually go home, we exchanged gifts. We both got bathrobes. (It’s the year of cotton!
) I can’t decide if that’s sweet or sort of pathetic.