It's Date Night in the Cultural District

We went on a date. I totally recommend doing that.
All my real photos are currently tied up in hard drive limbo, so you get these:

Hot chocolate at the andy warhol museum cafe. So good.

The only human being in the museum that night not wearing a shade of black: Emme Wilson.

(She was a big hit. I don't think the museum crowd gets enough baby.)

The coat room of the Warhol:
Dark outerwear lined up like soup cans.
The white one is mine.

So what did we learn from date night?
1. We aren't as hip as we think we used to be.
2. It is nice to be married to someone just as unhip as you.
3. People on first dates who put their fist to their chin, nod, and say "uh-huh..." with a discerning expression, while looking at abstract art, as their date uses their hands like a viewfinder, are fun to secretly chuckle at if you are married. Because we've so been there. Isn't it nice not to be there?
4. We still love each other.

All in all, I'd say the evening was a success.