I worked late last night and on my drive home, Justin called and said he felt like taking me on a date. It was perfect because I was hungry and neither one of us felt like cooking.
(sidenote: I think it's funny how we used to just say we were "going out to dinner," but now that we're married it's always a "date".)
We hit up a new-ish local favorite called Wilson Tavern, in the Courthouse neighborhood. The BLTs were crispy and delicious; the PBRs weren't bad either ;)
After dinner, we both felt like having a tiny something sweet, so we went to Vapiano to pick up tiny little cups of [below average but still awesome] tiramisu.
(Mom -- here's the new haircut! xoxo)