Last night I took my life into my hands by deciding that I wanted to take Peter shopping for new clothes as our date night. The look on his face in the Water Tower Place elevator in downtown Chicago when I finally revealed our purpose for going there. It was touch and go for the first 40 minutes or so. We wandered through Macys with no results. Peter asked to go to Banana Republic, but once we got there he continued to wander aimlessly. Finally, I grabbed four pairs of pants, shoved them into his arms and sent him to the dressing room. Well, three pairs made it home with some socks. Inspired by this success Peter started to look for more things but it seemed the pants were to be it for the night.
We went out onto Michigan Avenue as dusk came on and walked through the shoppers in perfect weather up to Ontario Street to dinner. I chose a new place for us to eat, Viand. Turns out by coincidence that the chef is from Cafe le Coq here in Oak Park. A little easel on our table displayed a welcome sign to the Picard party, a nice touch, but they wouldn't let us take it home! Dinner was delicious. We had a great meal and a great time talking. My meal, root vegetables with cous cous in a curry sauce, came under something that Peter said looked like a party hat. Tasty, though.
After dinner I toyed with the idea of adding a movie, but you know, the evening seemed perfect as it was. I opted to go home. We walked back along Magnificent Mile and headed to Oak Park, picking up Claire from her friend's block party on the way home.
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