January 17th, 2003, Dylan and I went on our first date. I was a freshman and he was a sophmore. Just little babies. We went to the Olive Garden, SAK, hopped a fence and shot off fireworks at Blanchard, and talked til four in the morning. On Saturday we attempted to recreate this date. Instead of Olive Garden we decided to class it up by going to Urban Flats (fried green tomatoes, yumm). Then we headed to SAK which was as hilarious as I remembered. We skipped the fireworks and late night talking and rushed home to bed by midnight. It was a great night. I felt like it was the old us again. Not the tired, lame, homebodies we've become. This is why people have date nights once a week, so they can get a glimpse of what it used to be like to be a couple.
And to top it off, Liam slept almost 12 hours that night and woke up with happy babbling.
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