Grandma D. watched the kids tonight while Jennifer and I went out on a date. For a change, we abandoned our regular places and went downtown to the Gaslamp District. Originally,we intended to go to Blue Point, but Jennifer was less than impressed with their menu so we ended up dinner shopping up and down Fifth Avenue and ended up at Olé Madrid. I wasn’t really very hungry to begin with, so tapas were a perfect fit. Speaking of a perfect fit, they also had martinis, and I’m seriously more outraged over the price of cocktails than over the price of gas. $3.45 per gallon is a bargain compared to the $11.00 I paid per martini. I forget which tapas we ended up eating but they were all good, and it was really nice to get out of the house by ourselves as always. When you live in the suburbs it’s easy to forget how cool things are down in the city. After dinner, we talked and walked off our cocktails before deciding we were, in fact, old people who need to get home and go to sleep.