The last two date nights have been a little nontraditional, but in a good way. Two weeks ago we sent the kids over to a friend’s house and stayed home to do the things we can’t normally do with kids in the house: make a nice quiet dinner of food they don’t like (bacon-wrapped scallops, artichoke, and something else I forgot), watched a movie with the sound turned up, and slept in late. I had forgotten how much I miss simple things. Saturday we went out to a Padres game. This year they have the worst record in the majors but the ballpark is still beautiful. We got to see Dr. Cox from Scrubs throw out the first pitch and the Pads actually won the game, which was the 350th win for future hall-of-famer Greg Maddux, who I’ve always wanted to see pitch since he was traded to San Diego. And, of course, the company was the best part.