Wednesday, March 14, 2012

@ Saloon

In case you couldn't tell by my last post, I was starting to go a little stir-crazy in my apartment yesterday and was in desperate need of a walk by the end of the afternoon.  After a little coaxing, David and pulled ourselves together, walked down the front steps and turned left, which is something we never do.  The air was humid and warm last night and we walked down streets we'd never been down before.  It was like a mini-vacation in our own back yard.

Eventually, we made our way to Davis Square and accidentally stopped in the speak-easy style Saloon.  We both fell hard for the atmosphere and the snacks and cocktails didn't disappoint, either.  I'm already looking forward to going back. 

After a drink and sit, we made our way down Highland Avenue toward home.  Along the way David stole some balloons from a sandwich board which brought much joy to my heart even though stealing is wrong (tisk tisk).  Seeing him clutch those balloons as they tugged in the wind allowed me to see him exactly as he was at the age of three.  The sparkle in his eyes as he gazed up at the balloons, the happy grin on his face and the lightness of his walk, as if the balloons themselves were putting more of a bounce in his step.  It was adorable to watch him with his balloons, and when he let them go we both took a deep breath and felt as if something important had happened.  We watched them float away until they disappeared into the darkness, and then we walked to another bar and had a drink. 

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