Just before Christmas, our lovely nanny told me she was available for evening babysitting. Two weeks later (last night, that is), the boy and I headed out for an evening of celluloid and popcorn.
It was quite tricky deciding on the movie, because it had to be showing at a time that was after The Little Madam was in bed, but not so late that thirty minutes in I would disturb the rest of the audience with my snoring. I wanted us to go see Night at the Museum, because anything with Ben Stiller in it has a chance of being wildly funny, but the boy wanted to see Casino Royale (because he's a boy).
In the end Casino Royale won out, because The Empire was screening it at a reasonable time (8.10pm).
The night before, TLM had been really resisting bedtime - it took about an hour for her to settle down - and my fear was that she somehow knew what we were up to and was planning to disrupt it. Fortunately, on the big night she quietened down not long after the nanny arrived (early, to allow for time to master our many TV remotes).
We arrived at the cinema in plenty of time to get food at the adjoining cafe, and I sauntered up to the counter to buy our movie tickets. Too bad it was sold out, eh?
Why the hell didn't I get the tickets in advance? All the way back to town in the car I mentally beat myself up. (The boy berated me for doing so; he could quite easily hire professionals to do it properly, he joked. To which I replied that we ought to be trying to save money and surely it'd be heaps cheaper if he just did it himself.)
By the time we arrived at the cinemas in town, we were too late for the early-ish screenings and too sleep-needy for the late ones.
Plan B was to have a nice dinner instead. So we did. We went to Big Thumb, that superb Chinese restaurant with the very odd name. Afterwards, we strolled down the main strip (the first time I've been down there on a Friday night for a looong time, let me tell you), browsed in a Whitcoulls (he looked for DVDs and I searched fruitlessly for a Trinny-and-Susannah -makeovers-for-fat-mothers book).
It was a nice night, and hopefully the first of many.