We took a little drive into Philly on Saturday night to celebrate our anniversary at Alma de Cuba, a Cuban restaurant founded by Book of Mormon prophet Alma de Younger.
The food was delicious. The atmosphere was great. We gazed lovingly at each other throughout dinner and spoke to each other only in haiku.
May I have a taste?
Yours looks better than mine does.
Must be fattening.
Where is the bathroom?
I have to go pee so bad.
Don’t eat my dinner.
Camera again?
Do we have to do this now?
I hate these pictures.
For dessert, we shared the house specialty—a chocolate cigar. It was delicious, even though it looks suspiciously like a big turd.
After dinner we found a meadow and danced in the moonlight.
Actually, we went to Home Depot and bought a hand truck, which is pretty much the same thing.
I wouldn’t have it any other way.
