Friday night fog.

For one of our New Year's resolutions, Ryan and I decided we wanted to commit

to a date night once every other week.

It might seem a little bit redundant since

when Ryan gets home from work, we're together in the apartment
until he leaves again the next morning.

We usually eat dinner together and talk about our day,

but it's not like we're glued at the hip all evening.

He likes to play uber nerdy computer games,

and I'm an evening TV junkie. 

So it's nice to plan dates that are exclusively reserved for quality time together.

Because we don't want to get into a boring old married people rut! 

The rules for date night are that we must take turns planning the dates,

and it must be designated a "date" before it happens.

It can be as simple as a movie marathon at home or a hike together,

or as extravagant as a night out at a fancy-pants restaurant,

which gives us an awesome opportunity to get to know all aspects of our new home city, too.

This week was my turn and Friday the weather was supposed to be amazing.

84 degrees and sunny. The perfect time to watch our first beach sunset, I thought.

On his way home from work, Ryan called me and verified that we were still going to the beach.

"Um, yeah, of course. Why?" 

"You know it's really foggy and gross right now, right?"

"What drugs are you on, man? It's sunny. I'm standing on our balcony right now," I said.

Well, he was right. Sunny at our apartment; dense fog at the beach two miles away.

Oh, and REALLY COLD.

So we I ate our fro-yo while we shivered under blankets and watched the waves try to come

attack our little picnic. And the sun went down, but it definitely wasn't the pretty sunset photo op I'd hoped for. And soon, because I'm the slowest eater on the face of the Earth, Ryan started taking monster-sized bites of the fro-yo to speed up the process, and eventually we just decided to abandon ship altogether. We grabbed the blankets and the fro-yo and ran to the car to thaw.

It wasn't the most perfect date in the world, but it was funny in its failure. 

And since when is life better when it's perfect?