A Date? With You?

My parents are coming to visit this weekend.  Their Mother's Day present to me is a night out with my beloved...and a morning sleep-in as only grandparents can provide it. I'm so excited!  A date!  A late-night date!  One where we can drink copious amounts of alcohol, content in the knowledge that if the little angel needs a ride to the Emergency Room in the wee hours, my parents can do it! 

Because, of course, this is always my fear (besides the aforementioned hangover fear) - that we will have one too many, then return to find the babysitter giving the little angel CPR. We will have to call an ambulance because we are hopelessly intoxicated (in my nightmares, I don't know how I assume we got home if we were so drunk - but it's a nightmare, so it doesn't have to make sense).  The ambulance driver will lecture us the whole way to the hospital about what bad parents we are, then the nurse will call Child Protective Services when we arrive, and we will never see the little angel again. All because it was 2-for-1 night at The Brooksider.

Do you see how bad my imagination is?

Anyway, I'm really excited about the date.  Just us.  Where to go? What to do?  What did we used to do besides eat?  Should we listen to a band? Go to comedy?  Park?  The possibilities are endless!  True, we will probably end up going to dinner and hanging out at the dive within walking distance, but for now, Saturday night is a little date fetus just waiting to surprise us with its appearance.