First night out without the boy, plus a 'Crystal Skull' beat-down
To allow us to celebrate our third wedding anniversary, Sarah's mom volunteered to stay at our house with Oliver. Yes, after 12 weeks, Sarah and I finally had a night out to ourselves.
The wife and I had a nice night, though it wasn't overly romantic or special. It was, however, just what we needed.
We started the evening out with dinner on the outdoor patio overlooking the Missouri River at Lewis & Clarks in Old Town St. Charles. We order entirely too much food. Spinach and artichoke dip for an appetizer, side salads to continue our warmup, and chicken platters with sides. And to make the meal, I had three pints of fresh Missouri Brown Dark Ale, which is brewed up the street at Trailhead Brewing Company. Sarah downed nearly two pints of the Trailblazer Blond Ale. Good stuff.
Afterward, we called to check in with Grandma Annette. Things were going OK, so we headed to see "Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull." As kids of the 1980s, Sarah and I were anxious to see this movie. In the Lopinot household, my dad (an archaeologist) was our family's Indiana Jones. "Indy" was a character we absolutely loved. Anyway, with this new movie, Sarah and I went in with high hopes but came out extremely disappointed.
I don't want to spoil it for anybody, but I think it's fair to describe the mistake-of-a-fourth-installment in the series in this way: It's "Independence Day" meets "Tarzan the Ape Man" meets "Abbott & Costello Meet Frankenstein." If you have seen or plan to see this movie, you'll know what I mean (and I'd love to discuss it with you).
The best part of the movie was the fact that Sarah (age 33) and I (age 32) paid the student rate for tickets. Here's the proof:
How funny is that? We didn't even ask for the student rate or have to show ID. The sign said something like you have to be 23 or younger.
So after the movie ended, we went home. Oliver was about ready for bed, and we were, too. What a fun night. Can't wait for our next one.
The wife and I had a nice night, though it wasn't overly romantic or special. It was, however, just what we needed.
We started the evening out with dinner on the outdoor patio overlooking the Missouri River at Lewis & Clarks in Old Town St. Charles. We order entirely too much food. Spinach and artichoke dip for an appetizer, side salads to continue our warmup, and chicken platters with sides. And to make the meal, I had three pints of fresh Missouri Brown Dark Ale, which is brewed up the street at Trailhead Brewing Company. Sarah downed nearly two pints of the Trailblazer Blond Ale. Good stuff.
Afterward, we called to check in with Grandma Annette. Things were going OK, so we headed to see "Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull." As kids of the 1980s, Sarah and I were anxious to see this movie. In the Lopinot household, my dad (an archaeologist) was our family's Indiana Jones. "Indy" was a character we absolutely loved. Anyway, with this new movie, Sarah and I went in with high hopes but came out extremely disappointed.
I don't want to spoil it for anybody, but I think it's fair to describe the mistake-of-a-fourth-installment in the series in this way: It's "Independence Day" meets "Tarzan the Ape Man" meets "Abbott & Costello Meet Frankenstein." If you have seen or plan to see this movie, you'll know what I mean (and I'd love to discuss it with you).
The best part of the movie was the fact that Sarah (age 33) and I (age 32) paid the student rate for tickets. Here's the proof:
How funny is that? We didn't even ask for the student rate or have to show ID. The sign said something like you have to be 23 or younger.
So after the movie ended, we went home. Oliver was about ready for bed, and we were, too. What a fun night. Can't wait for our next one.
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