We had one Monday night. We don't do it nearly often enough, mostly because 1) I'm always exhausted, 2) I have guilt about calling our nanny to watch the kids at night (I know, I'm weird), and while I would not feel guilty asking a teenager to stay up late watching my kids, 3) I'm just not at the point where I am comfortable leaving them with a teenager. I know, we all babysat tiny kids at the age of 13 and 14 and what have you. I will be honest - I was a good babysitter, but I still look back at those mothers who hired me and wonder what on earth they were thinking. Yeah, I'm that mom.
Anyway. Monday night a friend played at a local blues club, and we went to see him. First we went out for Thai food. They were out of the berry juice I wanted, and when the waitress proposed "Thai coconut" in its place, I said "ok," without asking for details. You know, like price. Twelve dollars later, I had this:
Coconut water. In a coconut. In Moscow. In February. It was good, but not $12 good. Oh well.
Then we went to the bar. It was fun. We need to do this more often.