all things in moderation...

friday night, to celebrate three weeks of being smoke-free, andrew and i decided to go out to dinner. and rather than enjoy one of the many fine eating establishments in pittsburgh, we drove out to the south hills to go to outback steakhouse. good god! it was a total lame-suburban-couple-in-the-sprawl thing to do. awful. the place was full of kids and bad music and large portions and all that is evil in the world.

no sooner had we placed our drink orders did i look across the table at andrew and say, "hey, let's promise each other that we will NEVER do this again."

andrew responded, "okay. or at least, not until next year."

good call! this is one of the reasons i love andrew and know he's a lifetime kindred spirit. because as much as the sprawl is evil and gross and bad chain restaurants should pretty much go the way of the dinosaur and the cassette tape, there's something secretly pleasurable about the occasional indulgence. it's like a field trip, a nice little sociological venture, bolstering my conviction that i have become and will henceforth be a city girl.