One of Those Nights

It was one of those nights.  One of the good ones not the not so good ones. Trust me, we have plenty of the not so good ones too but they aren't nearly as much fun to experience nor to write about later. 

Thursday after school we decided to head to our favorite Indian restaurant for an early dinner.  Marty didn't have to work and neither kid had after school activities.  Remarkably no one pitched a fit about going out to dinner or the restaurant of choice.  This NEVER happens.  

We left to catch a bus because we are all (at least the kids and I) a bit over the riding our bikes in the cold, dark weather.  We have to gear up with face masks, gloves, reflective vests, etc, etc.  But once we realized the next bus wasn't coming for 10 minutes we decided to walk to the Sbahn.  It was a cold but very pleasant night.  We laughed and talked the whole way and NO ONE complained.  

Because we were all in such good moods, the kids especially, we even let them order a Mango Lassi (to share, of course, we didn't go crazy 😉) We enjoyed dinner and then when it was time to leave we saw the bus we wanted go right by.  Bummer.  Then another bus we could have taken went by as we were walking to the bus stop.  Bummer again.  BUT.. to top off the nearly perfect night, within a minute of waiting at the bus stop the bus we originally wanted but wasn't scheduled to come for 12 minutes came pulling up. 

Connections, both relationally and transport-wise were spot on.  Marty and I looked at each other on the bus on the way home with that "wow, this was a great night!"  And then we both smiled and said "soak it up and don't say anything to jinx it"