Where's the money, Lebowski?

Fun iPhone quirk: when you try to type "Ghengis Grill," autocorrect thinks you're referring to the lesser known restaurant, "Ghetto Grill." I'll let you guess which establishment served Dinner to me and Cas yesterday.

For extra fun, we got to hear the musings of a bartender who self-identified as a mixologist. While technically true, it's pretty pretentious. He's a mixologist like I'm an educator. Can it, kid- I'm a teacher and you're a bartender. I know. I was a bartender before I was a teacher. Whatever he called himself, he had a $2 drink special, and for bonus points, the mixologist broke a glass and dumped some vodka and juice on his shoulder while mixing. Still, it was a good drink special and a nice dinner with a great guy. 

We have a lot of things planned in the next month or two that require clear skies, so with yesterday's weather being uncooperative, we chose a movie. Alamo Drafthouse was showing The Big Lebowski last night. That film really ties the room together... 

Aside from the brief meal at happy hour on Friday, we hadn't seen each other in over a week, which is actually a pretty long time for the two of us. 

I practiced my selfie-taking before the movie. Cas always takes our selfies together. It's not our best photo, but it's not bad: 

It was a great night- pretty low key for us, but I'll take it.