Our 2nd Braziliversary Dinner... Pretty Much the Same as the First

So even though my Braziliversary was technically on Sunday, Alexandre and I celebrated on Saturday night. Our favorite sushi place is always packed on the weekends, and it isn't exactly the most romantic place in town, what with the big groups of patricinhas and with the toddlers running all over the place.  So, with limited options in our small town, we decided to go to a the little low-lit Italian place. Yes, we went to one of those last year, too, but we had been visiting Alexandre's parents for the weekend, so it was in another city.

This was our original plan for Saturday night:
(1) go to dinner at said Italian restaurant
(2) rent a movie and buy some wine
(3) rent a room at a motel, Brazil style (eh? eh?), and spend the night there with the movie and the wine...you know, to leave the kids at home:

But poor Alexandre had to work all day on Saturday (11 hours!), and I even had a few hours of make-up classes (I usually avoid working on Saturdays, but sometimes it's the only time the students and I can find to make up their class. So I try to schedule them on Saturdays that Alexandre has to work).

So by the time he got home, we were pretty tired and had already nixed the motel idea. (I think they're trashy anyway, and just can't really embrace the idea without feeling gross.)  We decided to pick up some wine and a movie on the way to the restaurant, and then just enjoy them at home after dinner.

So we did that. Oh, first some nice pictures before we left the house:

So yes. At the Italian restaurant, you can build your own plate by choosing the pasta, sauce(s), and ingredients that you want. Alexandre's was seafood-based, and mine was heavy on the cheese. We decided to order a small carafe of wine with our dinner.  The place was quiet and not crowded. Everything was delicious!

This picture is almost exactly the same as last year's picture, except I gained back some weight this year after improving my Portuguese enough to order delivery on the phone. The same thing two years in a row! You call it boring. I call it the start of a tradition.

All right. So. You can see the size of the carafe in the picture. Nothing huge. It warranted about a glass and a half of wine each. And... it made us pretty darn drunk. Because we're old. And lightweights.  And we were tired.

So our elaborate Braziliversary plan at the beginning of this entry? It ended up being only dinner. We were just too tired (and tipsy) for any movies or any more wine. We got home, crawled into bed, and promptly fell asleep...yes, at 11:00pm.

But what's my definition of love and a good anniversary? Being secure, honest, and happy enough to just go to bed, to save the wine for another week and to be perfectly satisfied with a celebration that was simply a yummy, quiet dinner and a cat to cuddle with when we got home.