Baleen and I combed our hair, showed the babysitter the wipes, started the meter and got on out of there, headed to 3rd and Mission for Corporate Night at the SFMOMA. It was our first night out together in 2013.
A few hundred other people had the same idea we did, as did the van Oftens, and we all congregated in the ground floor lobby with the bar and the food while the exhibits, where you couldn't take a drink, were almost empty.
That's where we stayed until we walked on over to Oola, the site of the van Oftens second date, and had the best of what the Swedish chef can find in the Dogpatch and the greater Bay Area. Then Baleen paid while I ran to the garage to pick up the car, ending one meter, to pick up Baleen and her heels and drive back home, pay the babysitter and end the second meter. That's date night 3,000 miles away from any grandparents.
A few hundred other people had the same idea we did, as did the van Oftens, and we all congregated in the ground floor lobby with the bar and the food while the exhibits, where you couldn't take a drink, were almost empty.
That's where we stayed until we walked on over to Oola, the site of the van Oftens second date, and had the best of what the Swedish chef can find in the Dogpatch and the greater Bay Area. Then Baleen paid while I ran to the garage to pick up the car, ending one meter, to pick up Baleen and her heels and drive back home, pay the babysitter and end the second meter. That's date night 3,000 miles away from any grandparents.
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