Wednesday, January 19

11:40 pm
Bed

Waiting for Cate to come to bed.

We had a great impromptu night out tonight.  We were both running hard today, lots to do and hardly time to breathe.  When she got home she just tossed her briefcase on the couch and said "Let's go out."

She got NO argument from me.  Especially after last night.  My punishment for taunting her with my journal was pretty brutal.  She made me sit on the couch with her and watch one of her old video bootlegs -- of Myself.  From that 1990 festival in Rio.  God, those technicolor pants... seeing that almost made me gag.

Of course my weird wife wanted to know when she could expect an encore performance of that wardrobe.  Ummm..... NEVER.

Anyway, decided we wanted a couple drinks with dinner so ended up going to Terra for some live Blues and great food.  I called ahead, when we got there an intimate little corner booth was ready and waiting, as was a bottle of wine.  We had a wonderful time, just cuddled up there in our corner and relaxed and listened to some fantastic music.  We didn't even really talk about much, just chit-chat about our days and kicking around the idea of this weekend.  We just enjoyed being together.

There's something extra-romantic about being able to snuggle with your Best Girl out in  public like that.    To just be so into each other that everything else is background noise.  Not giving two shits who notices or watches or photographs you.  Neither one of us really wanted to leave but she has to work tomorrow and I have a meeting uptown, so we reluctantly dragged ourselves out between sets.

Can see Cate at the mirror, through the open bathroom door.  She's smoothing her moisturizer over her skin, fretting a bit over those little lines around her eyes.  Makes me smile.  I love catching her in those unguarded moments of humanity, watching her when she doesn't realize.

She's feeling feminine tonight, wearing that black silk nightgown with the beautiful creamy lace I bought her in Paris.  She looks gorgeous.  And content.

Ever since this past weekend we've both been smiling a lot.  It's like everything is suddenly a lot simpler.  That little escape was exactly what we both needed, to focus on each other and shut out the rest of the world.  Cate has been quiet, but it's been more of a calm quiet than a sad quiet, like it was before.  She's still doing a lot of thinking, but now she looks almost hopeful instead of melancholy.

That's exactly how I feel -- hopeful and excited, that maybe soon we'll have a new project to work on together.

Okay, gotta hide my journal before she comes back in the bedroom.  Can't be too careful, ha ha.