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A Date With My Husband to Kick Off the Holiday Season!

Happy Holiday Season!!

It is finally here. I looked out the window yesterday on Halloween and saw that it was snowing, but I was okay with it! Mother Nature was kind enough to hold off on the snow until Halloween, but now it is here to stay for about 6 months. Why am I okay with that? Because it means it is holiday season! You know, pretty lights, gift giving, my birthday (hehe), pumpkin pies, Christmas music, warm apple cider, and my anniversary! Fun times ahead for sure.

To kick the festivities off, we went on a date on Halloween night.  I felt like I was back in the days when I was engaged, I was so excited for our date. Gosh, sometimes I am silly. But I am okay with that too.

We had 2 free tickets to the Fairbanks Symphony, which we won back in April when we ran the Beat Beethoven 5K.  It started at 8pm, and since I got off from coaching at 6:30, I decided to be nice to myself and go out to dinner instead of trying to rush home and eat and then make it on time for the concert. What an idea!





It was so much fun because by the time I walked in the Pad Thai restaurant and saw the handsome face I was looking for, our food was already waiting on the table.  Thank you husband for ordering for us! It couldn't have been better timing.  And the green coconut curry was so creamy, sweet yet spicy, and felt so good as the snow softly fell outside. Comfort food at its best. We were both so very happy!

After the nice waitress brought us our bill, we left and headed over to the symphony hall where we listened to a piano recital by world-famous Denis Evstuhin.  I'm just happy that we are cultured enough to enjoy a piano concert! It was relaxing and invigorating to listen to and watch Evstuhin play works by Chopin, Grieg, and Liszt.

It was a late night, but so worth it. Yummy food and a free concert. All with a handsome date. I'll take it :).

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