Anniversary Par-tay #3 (really just an extension of #2, but whatever)

The night before the fifth night of 'versary, thinking that the final gift would be a tangible item like the previous four, I asked Adam why it had been so important that those gold glitter heels get here by December 17th. His reply: "It's just time for you to grow-up now and own a pair of gold glitter heels."

Which made me laugh.

But then I stopped laughing when he presented me with reservations at 1789 Restaurant in Georgetown and tickets to Billy Elliot because I was busy running around the room high-fiving everything in sight. Including myself.

We got dolled up.I wore lethal amounts of gold and glitter.
Adam wore lethal amounts of black.
We took a taxi to 1789.Which is the nicest restaurant I've ever been to. The menu was even printed with "Happy 5th Anniversary!" Gee garsh, thanks.

So we reciprocated by being equally sophisticated. Adam asked me if I'd like a slurp of his sausage soup. I used my steak knife to schmear butter on my roll. I used the word "schmear." And we both hoped the food was "as good as Texas Roadhouse." We needn't have worried about that, though. Adam's steak was so heavenly, it sent him into a dreamland from which he has yet to emerge. My lobster farro (whatever the heck that is) was creamy enough for my food libido.
We took a taxi to The Kennedy Center...where we were greeted and ushered inside by a doorman. Like we actually were somebody, instead of a couple of rubes who didn't know the difference between sparkling and still water. Oh wait. That was just me. Adam's the one that got a Coke with a bendy straw in it.The Opera House inside The Kennedy Center is so lush. Picture your local movie theater. It's nothing like that.Here's where my gushing goes from tolerable to excessive: Billy Elliot was unapologetically brash. I was at once appalled and delighted. I danced in my seat and choked back sobs, sometimes within the same minute. Conservative folks beware: folks are a mite bit potty-mouthed in the show; plus, there's a number wherein a young chap dresses in women's clothing. But the acting was spot on, the dancing was breathtaking, the scenery was completely inspired, and the costumes were delicious. A magical show; loved it to bits.

High on sophistication and the arts, we ended the evening with a 7-Eleven hot chocolate run. Because you can take Adam and Emily out of IHOP, but you can't take the IHOP out of Adam and Emily.

At the risk of ruining my image (what image?), it must be said that this LBD came to me through my very favorite store, The Salvation Army. Calvin Klein. New with tags. A dress with pockets for $4.00!?! Yes please. After a little nip and tuck (it was a smidge too big) from my momma, it fits like a glove.