I think I’ve mentioned before that Mike and I schedule a monthly date night. This month it was my turn again. And of course, I didn’t realize it until the week of…probably only 3 days before hand. I should really create alerts at least 2 weeks in advance.
Regardless, I think I was able to pull of a pretty nice time. It wasn’t all one day, but rather a little bit over three days, but who would complain about that?
Day 1, Friday. I scheduled us a couples massage at 2030. It was the last appointment today, and I felt like this would be awesome because then we’d be super relaxed and ready for bed. It may seem ridiculous to plan on going to bed around 2230 on a Friday night, or it might seem simply splendid. The couples massage was at Unwind in the Adams Morgan neighborhood. The only thing I thought, when I thought was that there was no way Mike’s massage was going as well as mine. Apparently he was thinking the same thing. The massage therapists were excellent. Speaking for myself, my therapist used the perfect amount of pressure, it hurt so good. He didn’t rush through any areas and doubled down when he found trouble spots. He seemed better trained than some of my previous experiences as he manipulated my arms in ways to better expose certain muscles that definitely needed attention. I could go on. Notable areas though – my upper back. He attacked my upper trapezius, levator scapula, paraspinals, and most significantly my subscapularis. This is when he moved my arm in a certain way to get better access to my subscapularis (the muscle under your shoulder blade) and he killed it. With all the push ups, pull ups, press ups, etc I’ve been doing, this needed a lot of love. Second notable area – hamstrings. this may just be perfect timing, but earlier that day I did 100 single leg deadlifts. So that’ll kill your hamstrings, but so did this guy (I really wish I knew his name).
Day 2, Saturday. So this really wasn’t part of date night. We went to Lake Anna again and did some paddle boarding. It was a great day, the clouds were nice and fluffy, the water was really warm (warmer than our shower), and the boat traffic was low.
Day 3, Sunday. I booked us a cooking class. I’ll start off by saying as far as date night goes it was a win, as far as cooking classes go…it was ok. So I’ll just tell you about the experience. Firstly, the class is held at the “chef’s” home, in this case, his apartment. So I’ll likely never do this by myself. His kitchen provided a walking space of no more than 5’x5’ (smaller than the bathroom I have at work). It was a little crowded for 3 people, and he sometimes hosts classes with 6 people! I can’t imagine. It was a vegetarian Indian food themed night, right up my alley. It started with us just watching him make a few things – the chutney and the lassi, much of which he had pre-prepped. He finally engaged us by having us cut up some vegetables. Carrots and onions. He showed me a new way to cut the onion but didn’t really watch me do it, so who knows if I did it right. Then I “minced” some garlic, peeled the skin off some cooked sweet potatoes, and it was time to move to the stove. We sautéed the vegetables, he added some spices, he made the paneer…it really just didn’t feel like we were learning or doing the important things. When we started to make the naan, he had the ingredients already mixed together, he eyeballed the yogurt and had Mike fold it together. My shining moment was rolling out the naan, thanks to my experience with pie crusts. Then it was time to eat.
So what did I learn? That Indian food isn’t that scary to make. And that this guy had no clue how to make spicy Indian food. I’d do a cooking class again, but read a little deeper into the reviews.
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