Dear Saturday Night Date,

I wanted to say thanks a bunch! It's been a while since we've seen each other and you are just as awesome as I remembered.

Actually, I'm going to be honest with you. I've been enjoying an e-mail thread from friends detailing their worst (most horrific) dating experiences. And there have been some wild stories (sorry to say you're reputation has been pretty much slayed in these exchanges).

The truth is, you really stink sometimes. Especially when you're blind. Those are THE WORST nights. Or when you're all about pity (from either party). Very few meals are worth enduring that inhumane level of awkwardness.

But when you involve a super hot husband (let me be more specific: my devilishly handsome husband) and not the grocery store, you're divine! When you include a visit to a cupcake shop and not Costco, you are ambrosia.

Speaking of cupcakes, Gerogetown Cupcakes were so so so good! And totally worth the 20-minute, rainy wait.
And this place was delicious, as usual. Maybe Ray's could become your official sponsor?
And even though we were among hundreds of 11-year-olds (one of whom was incessantly kicking the back of my seat), Monsters V. Aliens in 3D was really a treat. I loved BOB!
So thanks, Saturday Date. I can't wait until we spend time together again soon (do you mind if we forgo variety and opt for a carbon copy of this night from now on?).

xoxo,
Becky

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