love.

{Photo by Sarah // Hemenway Street}

So, I’m not really that big into Valentines Day. I mean, I send adorable love notes and eat loads of chocolate candy hearts as much as the next person, but I don’t go crazy over it or anything.

I say, why not make every day a day for love?

Amiright?

But I’m about to give you a little story about love just because it seems appropriate.

This past Friday night Zanner and I decided to do a date night out on the town. It was a total flop, but I loved it anyways. We drove into Boston to try to catch a movie, and we made it there just in time (despite the crazy rush hour traffic) only to find the line literally out the door and around the block. Bummer, dude.

Instead of waiting and missing half the movie, we headed straight to Island Creek Oyster Bar for some delicious seafood. The good stuff. The real good stuff. And just our luck, the wait was so long we would have been waiting through the night. Seafood for breakfast, anyone?

Rookies, we thought.

Maybe if we went out to dinner more often we would be better at this.

Heads still held high, we headed down the street to our next fave spot: Petit Robert Bistro. Two words: STEAK FRITES. There was no line here, but we were asked to wait at the bar for 10 minutes while some people finished up and their tables were cleared. Got myself a glass of wine and was happy to just be sitting on that bar stool. Well, 10 minutes turned into 30, so Zan went to check what the deal was and was told “just a few more minutes.” Good thing I had that glass of wine in my hand. Fill ‘er UP, please. 30 ADDITIONAL MINUTES LATER and after very little debating we ditched that popsicle stand to look for somewhere else to dine.

What. The. HEY, Petit. I thought you were better than that.

From there we strolled toward Newbury Street looking for another place to pop into.

I remembered how much I liked Cafeteria so we tried to go there. 1 HOUR wait.

Seriously? No fair.

But you wanna know the truth?  Do you wanna know what I was really thinking the whole time we were trying to find someplace anyplace that would feed us?

I was thinking how great it was to be spending time with the one I love.

I was enjoying the company and the conversation and the warm night that Boston treated us with last Friday.

I was enjoying just being together.

I wasn’t stressed out about the situation, or annoyed at the restaurant, or complaining about all the walking that we had to do.

I was loving the moment and the night.

I was loving the love.

The real honest to goodness love that happens when you’re just trying your darndest to get a bite to eat.

We ended up at an Indian restaurant that had empty tables and elevator music. The food was delicious and we had leftovers for lunch the next day. We stopped at J.P. licks on the way back to the car and were happy to walk off all the sugar we inhaled.

It wasn’t the most ideal date night, but I loved it all the same.

And tonight? Tonight we’re definitely staying in.

Happy Valentines Day!