The Last Supper

That's me on the left -- showered, hair brushed, wearing makeup, perfume, jewelry and clothing appropriate for public viewing.  A far cry from the person I'm accustomed to seeing in the mirror these days.  The handsome fellow on the right, for those who are confused by the manly beard, is Dan.  Tonight we went out to dinner and to a comedy show.  Because the babies' arrival is imminent and relatives will soon be here to help out, we realized this was probably our (gulp) last night out alone together before becoming parents.

Being hugely, ginormously, uncomfortably pregnant with perpetually squirming babies with a combined weight in excess of 10 pounds, I was the limiting factor in our choice of activities. Seated activities were a must, as even leaving the house is an enormous feat for me these days.  I'm accustomed to the attention, but once again Dan was amazed by how well I was treated.  Even though we were among the stragglers to show up for the comedy show, the usher seated us at a special table usually reserved for comics' friends (conveniently located near the bathroom), and he provided me with a chair so I could put my feet up -- and I didn't have to ask for anything.  I don't think I was nice enough in the past to giant pregnant women.  I definitely have a lot to pay forward.

Knowing this would likely be our last childless weekend, I started thinking earlier in the week about what my ideal day of activities would be if I weren't hampered by The Belly.  I wish my last day with Dan before the babies could look something like this: 

1) sleep in

2) rent bikes and ride around Angel Island

3) go for a long, exploratory walk in an interesting part of the city

4) eat a fancy and delicious meal with good wine

5) go on a pub crawl to bars with good juke boxes and drink beer, play darts, and play pool (I'm not even so greedy as to wish I'd win, I just like playing)

6) come home and play with our dog.  

Well, at least we got to have the meal (sans wine) and the dog time.  

(For you foodies out there who care, we went to Salt House and Dan had white corn soup and salmon with butter beans and basil.  I had a salad with crispy pork belly, grilled peaches, pistachios and a balsamic reduction, followed by duck (breast and leg) and warm figs over a sweet onion puree.  Quite a memorable last meal.)