I picked Tara up from the airport around 6 PM, and floated the idea of going to Art Crawl. She was exhausted, but didn’t hesitate to agree to the idea.
Art Crawl is something that happens on the second Friday of every month, with an annual Super Crawl each September to close out summer. The year-round monthly version started off grassroots many years ago – and immediately started breathing new life into a tired stretch of commerce. Now, the vibe of this revitalized street and its monthly creative gatherings are all the talk far beyond our municipal borders.
Tara had never been to an Art Crawl – she had only attended Super Crawl which is cool, but if you don’t love ginormous crowds, the monthly event offers an enjoyable experience with way more elbow room.
We started out just off the beaten path as my friend was hosting a fellow artist in his basement studio apartment. It was around 9 PM and we were quite famished, so we ventured through the closed-off streets until we finally settled on a place called the Mule which offers what I would call eclectic Mexican cuisines.
There was a DJ mixing some fun beats, the place was packed, and my wife and I thoroughly enjoyed a long conversation and a rare date night. We agreed this was something we needed to do more often.
Jet lag and time zone differences finally caught up to Tara. I was also exhausted after a busy week being Mr. Mom. Who am I kidding? The kids basically take care of themselves. The chores on the other hand, aren’t like Canada’s budget.
Not that I thought we couldn’t manage without Tara, but it’s definitely not the same without her beautiful smile and yes, even all of the snoring.
Absence. Heart. Fonder.