Being sympathetic to my hell week, he got my pulse for our evening plans. Our community is a ghost town in the summer, especially in August.
Getting a table at one of our favorite restaurants was a snap.
Our city based in-line skater pals were willing to come ALL the way out to the suburbs to join us for dinner, was I up for it?
Getting a nap was critical to functioning.
I confess when we head into the city, I make him drive. Mileage wise it is only about 20 miles, but just a pain in the ass. You never know what you will encounter. Travel to the suburbs is on a summer Friday night is generally a little more user-friendly.
The meal and the company was a wonderful welcome home.