Mercy, Mercy Me

So, the Deputy Guitarist and I finally went on our first official, pre-planned date.

A lovely night it was, indeed. DG picked me up at my house a little after 7:00 (he wanted to give me time to go home and get freshened up--I mostly took a power-nap), and we drove to U Street, parking in what I imagine was an illegal parking lot. He has a large car--there's no way we were finding street parking. We went to one of his favorite restaurants in the area (and why he doesn't live in U Street is actually completely a mystery to me) called U-topia--although, unbeknownst to me, some of my coworkers were trolling around U Street and knew I had a date at that restaurant and were peaking in the window to see if I was there. I wasn't--they were a little early.

U-topia's an awesome restaurant. Like most restaurants on U Street, it's a converted rowhouse, but it appears that they actually consolidated two rowhouses. There's a lot of art on the wall--apparently, the owner is an artist and originally envisioned U-topia as a place to eat and sell art. There's also usually a jazz band that plays, although they were only setting up by the time we left the restaurant.

After eating, we went down to the monuments, which was really cute because I had been thinking it would be a nice idea, even though it was a little bit cold out, and DG suggested it after dinner. I thought that was sweet. We couldn't figure out where to park near the Jefferson (and there was a cop making sure we didn't improvise), so we went to Roosevelt instead, which is actually my favorite, anyway. I love the waterfalls, and it's particularly nice in the evening on a date. It was pretty cold, though, and there were a shocking number of children there for 11:00 at night, which really interrupted our quiet enjoyment of making out in front of the pretty waterfalls.

So, we went back to my place, where I learned that some boys handle that whole law of chastity thing better than others. It was a little awkward to have this poor boy rocking and shaking on my couch as if he had a really bad stomach flu. In the interest of road safety as boys leave my apartment, I might need to have a little mercy....