Victory Dinner

Remember March Madness? I do. Even though it was a whole season ago, I remember beating Matt's bracket and earning a date night planned by none other than The Mayor himself. Friday night I decided it was time to cash in.

The taste of victory is sweeter out of a mason jar.

My cute date. He let me snap pictures while we waited on our garlic bread. The food came and the photo session had to end.

I had the choice of a movie or wine and music on our roof. I had to choose the former (latter? I still don't get that phrase).

Which meant Namath got to join us. He was very confused as to the purpose of this evening, but soon found it in pooping directly under the glaring spotlight of the street lamp.

Doesn't he look skinny? Or skinnier?

MS planned a great date night. I'm ready for next year's tournament!