I went to the symphony with Symphony Date on Saturday night. We went out for dinner first which always makes me feel decadent and important. Symphony Date and I do not screw around when it comes to food. I had the flat iron steak with fingerling potatoes and green beans, he had the swordfish on some sort of slaw with the fingerlings as well. We shared. And low carb eating aside, we had the bruschetta to start. I've never had it served with the tomato/onion/basil toppings on the side to spoon on as you would like. We skipped dessert, which was kind of sad, but we were both full and it was getting late. We promised each other we'd go for their Southern Chocolate Pudding and coffee at another time.
The symphony was glorious. The main reason he invited me this time is because they were featuring the principle cellist. I used to play the cello. Used to is so sad, because I used to really like it and I wasn't half bad. I minored in music at college even. But my lonely cello is sitting in my parent's basement these days. I tune it and play a few things every time I go home so I can check for moisture and cracks, but it makes me sad that I no longer want to play it. But I really don't. I'm not sure why. Okay, so back to the reason he invited me along. I have had a crush on the principle cellist since we started going four years ago. He has long hair (sigh, so lovely) and is just so wiry and lanky and well? Those just seem to be good traits for a cellist, right? They invited him to talk about the Shostakovitch concerto he was going to play, and when he got up to the microphone and introduced himself? Maxime. From Russia. The accent! Symphony Date rolled his eyes. He knew this upped the ante for my crush. It remains.
I really, really like to get dressed up and go to fancy things. I've had that dress for three years and never worn it. Why? Because I hopefully bought it when I was almost 15 pounds heavier. I am an extra large kind of girl. I mean, I'm six foot tall, right? And that dress is a medium. I never wore it because it was always just too tight and a little bulgy. Well? It isn't anymore. I don't know that I've lost weight, but my body composition has changed significantly since I started running. I will never be a size 2. Never. But I felt so pretty. So, so pretty. And the boots kind of took me over the edge from pretty to bad ass. And that felt really, really good.