I made a conscious effort to spend this last weekend with the wife. I’ve spent so much time on the bike, I knew that I haven’t gone out on a date in a while.

With that in mind, we made dinner reservations to Cremont in the Madrona neighborhood. It is a charming little French restaurant set up inside of an older house. I had a “Flintstones” style lamb shank meal and Jane had a halibut dish. Everything was incredible. My eyes kept rolling over every time I tried something new. We had a wonderful evening despite some of the obnoxious yuppies close by.

“You brought Italian wine to a French restaurant!?” I’m sure there is no greater crime. You can have your hands cut off in countries for less.

Earlier in the day we went out for some coffee and were hailed as the most fashionable people in all of Fremont. Apparently we had “matching” outfits on (we both were wearing red).

“Look at you two,” the barista said. “I want to stick you up on the pastries case and display you guys.”

Awesome.

I finally replaced my Rock Band drum kit at Best Buy Saturday. Somehow we managed to impulse buy a freakin’ PS3 along with it. I’ve been waiting for the high definition format war to finish before I bought a player… and now I have one. We had to search around a bit to find a copy of Planet Earth in BluRay format, but man was it worth it.

God I am a nerd.

Sunday turned out to be just amazing weather wise. I had to drag Jane out of bed to get on her STP training ride. Thank goodness we went out though. It was about as perfect of a bicycling day as you can ask for in Seattle.

Boo, Emily, Jane and I took a stroll around Lake Washington. The ladies made comments about my butt all day and I egged them on to tackle the hills. Good times were had by all.

I took the single speed out again. I’ve really been enjoying it, but I need to get a different seat for the longer rides. I could swap out the Brooks off my Salsa when needed, but that would be a hassle. I should get another Brooks for the IF, but I’m concerned about getting the leather treatment stuff on my butt when I ride in my “normal” clothes. Anyone have any ideas? I’d rather not have to ride on a saddle cover if possible.