So what makes it a date?
It’s been quite difficult to define what
makes a “date” – is it something we wouldn’t normally do, or do often? Is it something we need to plan
especially? Or can it be something we
normally do, but do in a different way?
So when we had our first “solo” Friday
evening since Kevin came to live with us, we had to decide whether going to our
favourite Pizza place on our own constitutes a date.
We decided it did. Even though we forgot the bottle of wine we
had planned to take, just being on our own for the first time in two weeks was
a “date”
Don’t get me wrong – having Kev to live
with us is not a hardship. We love him
to bits and having him here is like the completing of a circle – he came home
to the bedroom he is in now as a baby – straight from the hospital – and he has
always felt that this is his heart-home, even when he’s lived somewhere
else. But having him here full-time and
not just as a visitor is different – and for two old people (although active)
it is quite a change.
So when he had a hockey braai and Sihle was
planning to go out, it definitely felt like a date to go out for pizza. We love Pizzology – with its industrial chic
décor, its unusual pizzas, its awesome cappuccino in double skin glasses, its funky little orange Fizzers as a treat
with the bill. Sadly, the fizzer pulled
a filling out – but that doesn’t count as part of the date J
Pizzology – a worth ruby date venue.
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