wake me up before you go go

I have an unexpected day off today and a few minutes to myself as Haven naps. He got sick at daycare yesterday, and though I'm pretty sure this simply means he isn't ready for oatmeal, the center's policy is that he must be puke-free for 24 hours before he returns. So we're home battling the heat together.

A few weeks ago Dave and I went to see Damien Rice. We love this guy. His music is passionate and intense and emotional. It's romantic. (Some of it is a little PG-13ish, so if you're sensitive ... don't say I didn't warn you.) He's kind of a variant of David Grey, whom we fell in love with when we fell in love with eachother. The performance was astounding, especially the songs he did with just himself and the piano.

We had the dumb luck to sit next to loud mouthed punk who belted lyrics along with Damien - off key, of course. He booed some songs. He pumped his arm like a maniac to others. We almost slapped some duct tape over his lips. The few Looks I threw him earned me a glance at his date, who looked like she might crawl under the seat.

Dave got us the tickets as a mutual gift for our anniversary, which was a few weeks prior. We've decided to alternate planning anniverary fun and this year was my turn. We went to Hoboken (a city across the river from NYC) and had massages and went to dinner. I feel like I already wrote about this ... maybe I'm being redundant, but it was just a lot of fun. Maybe I'm ready for another non-student, non-mommy night out of the house.

I miss Dave already. He's taking the youth group on a trip this week and the H-factor (aka Haven, Pumps, Munchkin Head...maybe my nic names aren't very nice...anyhoo) and I are home. We're booked each day and we have visitors coming, but nobody beats Dave. We'll miss him.