Yup, here's another birthday month update, wherein I let you know how my extravaganza of turning older is going. The answer? SWIMMINGLY. I'm actually about a week behind with posting the glorious activity, but hey, life's tough when you're celebrating the various groups of friends you have, the coming of age (shudder), owning a business or two, and trying to cook all the detox food your man needs to not starve to death!
So last Tuesday, S took me on my birthday dinner date! It's a bit of a ritual, birthday dates - or rather, dinner dates in general. S and I are believers of keeping the romance alive and one of our favourite things to do is to get frocked up, go to an exciting new restaurant, take walks hand in hand under the stars, drink wine, and share a few priceless hours.
Get frocked up we did - me in a new dress that my mummy got me when she was here, and him in a wonderful pink shirt that I just adore him in.
And whilst we're here, I'd just like to put in a plug for the lovely boutique Zampera - 'tis where I got the lovely dress above from, and was totally styled by owner and personal stylist Maria. Maria's a great friend of mine, and honestly, she has that magic touch that makes you feel just wonderfully glamourous, pretty, whilst staying comfortable and dressed to a budget and style that suits you. I mean, I don't mean to brag, but that night was one of the few nights this past year I've truly felt pretty enough for S to wine and dine me so:
If you have a special occasion, or just need a wardrobe makeover or consult, go see Maria at Zampera. You will NOT regret it.
S took me to Cumulus Inc, in Flinders Lane.
And wined me.
And dined me.
And indulgently encouraged me to order more oysters when I'd lovingly polished off the first batch with googly eyes and incessant drooling noises, like a truly classy lady does.
So there we sat, dear reader, (yes, I really did get all Bronte sisters on you there), holding hands across the table, giggling and chatting, imbibing and nibbling on yumminess.
S couldn't care less whether he eats in a 5 star restaurant, or home cooked food at home - but he knows the good gastronomy really pleases me. He actually says half the fun is watching my coos and squeals escalate as a good meal goes on.
On the other hand, I think the best thing about date night with S is not about being taken out or being wined and dined (though they are certainly rather LOVELY aspects of it all) - but that for those few hours, we are in an elevated state of love. Date nights, because it's a formal appointment of love, seems to put both of us in a great mood and on our best behaviours - he is the ultimate gentleman, and I am his adoring lady.
Not that we NEED a date night to be good to each other - far from the contrary. I think S and I have a wonderful relationship when we're "on" and "off", whether we're lolling on the couch in pyjamas or out having a social event. But when we're on a date, it's like the curtain is closed on any issues or stresses we may be facing in work or externally, and our focus is JUST each other. It takes us right back to when we were courting, giddy with excitement and feeling like the world faded away when we were in each others' presence.
And that's nice, and important to keep alive in any relationship. And why date night is important.
With S, I don't mind when we emerge from the restaurant into the freezing cold, because I'm hand in hand with my best friend. And with him, I love walking down a cobbled Melbourne laneway, because it feels like we're in a musical and sauntering along to imaginary music.
I hope you're still reading and not spewing into a bag somewhere. Got a bit carried away, didn't I.
And came complete with a gasp-worthy view from the ladies rooms.
I also had no idea that the Sofitel Atrium Lounge was RENOWN for its creme brulee, but rather happily, it was what I ordered (with some "grandfather port" which was heavenly).
Was the creme brulee good?
OH MY GOD. It was so creamy and good that I am still dreaming of it, almost a whole week later. DREAMING. AND DROOLING. IN MY SLEEP. Yes. Truly.
We cosied up on the couch that that rather perfect, quiet, peaceful bar overlooking the city, and just savoured the last hour of our date night whilst feasting on delectable treats.
Was it a perfect birthday dinner date? Yes, I think so. But having a lovely man as I do, he tends to make all of them perfect. And I'm a lucky girl for it.
Thank you darling, it was a beautiful night. The company was exquisite, as was the experience we shared. The conversations were immeasurably lovely, and the way you make me feel? Just as electrifying as our first ever dinner date.
A very spoilt birthday girl