Date Night…With a Stern Curfew

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There’s nothing I enjoy more than a hot, sexy date night with my man.

Call us boring but typically we’re kind of grandparent-ish & go to dinner around 7 pm. Occasionally we’ll rebel on the weekend & go out later.

On this particular night we decided to go out earlier rather than later because we had Princess Pixy at home, waiting ever-so patiently ( but not really ).

Pixy ( our chihuahua ) is sort of like an overly strict mom who frantically waits up at night because her teenagers are constantly breaking their curfew.

And she means business.

If we leave for an hour, it’s as if we’ve left her in the desert for centuries deprived of food/water/air.

I mean…I can’t even run to the car for ( literally ) thirty seconds to the garage to grab my sunglasses without her howling with anxiety.

Let’s just say she has a case of separation anxiety.

The Skinny Confidential talks diet, fitness, health, & fashion.

The Skinny Confidential talks diet, fitness, health, & fashion.

Anyway, this was one of those nights where Goddess of the House AKA Parental Pixy was impatiently tapping her watch with her dewclaw. ( She’s serious, guys. She guards the door like she’s a British Foot Guard in a full fur, black cap uniform— I’d typically say this is creepy, but she’s been doing it for so long that I’m kinda used it ).

So.

On this date night, Michael & I had about an hour & half, give or take. We ate at Banker’s Hill ( a must-try if you’re in San Diego ) grabbed a little Pinot Gris, two summer peach/ricotta salads, & split the burger with skinny, truffle fries…then we sped home like Cruella de Vil to adhere to Pixy’s strict curfew.

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Naturally she was anxiously waiting at the door, staring at us with her huge brown eyes…& clearly annoyed.

To appease her, we ended the date night in bed ( her in the middle ) watching “The Killing.”

Oh, & duh, the outfit!! LOL. I wore a black long maxi with a flannel tied around my waist to keep it casual. And the SHOES! But seriously the shoesssss. They’re kind of everything, right? Not only are these chic but they’re super comfy too. Plus there’s nothing like wearing a pop of leopard for a romantic night.

So does anyone else have a pet that instills a demanding curfew? Do tell.

x l

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The Skinny Confidential talks diet, fitness, health, & fashion.

The Skinny Confidential talks diet, fitness, health, & fashion.

The Skinny Confidential talks diet, fitness, health, & fashion.

OUTFIT OF THE DAY || #OOTD

SHOES : Sole Society ( I also like the red version )

DRESS: Nasty Gal, no longer avail ( similar here )

FLANNEL: O’Neill

RINGS: Gorjana

LIPSTICK: MAC’s ‘Russian Red’

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19 Replies to “Date Night…With a Stern Curfew”

  1. YES!! My bichon is the same way. Especially on the weekends – I think she knows it’s a weekend. If I’m gone more than an hour, I’ll hear her crying the second I pull up to my house. It’s like I’ve been gone for months … but I just love her so much! haha.

  2. Sounds like my little chihuahua Herman – he gets very jealous haha so I can understand! Oh, and I’m seriously digging those sexy heels – too perf for a date night XO, D

  3. My maltipoo, Lacie suffers from major separation anxiety so I know exactly what you mean by curfews. These little stinkers mean business but I’m more than happy to oblige cuz they’re do cute!! Xx

  4. Ahh, my yorkie and golden doodle (Saturday & Salmon/ Sati & Sam/ my bugs) are just like Pixy. Dare I leave them home alone, I return to two jealous dog wives who assume that I’ve just returned from cheating on them with another dog. SO silly, puppies, I’d never cheat on you!

    And yeah, your shoes are killer, but I think the dress is the real winner.