The Wurst Date

Saturday was date day. Hooray!

And in pictures:

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Lots of pics. It started with a furry dog in my face. Followed by some mean pancakes. And my first ever trip to the driving range. With my very own set of clubs. And check out my golfing outfit. Very official.

Then we got to Wurst. Aka: an awesome German restaurant. We sat at the bar, got some fancy shmancy drinks, appys and dins. One of the apps were mussels. Did you know that I hate seafood? Well, I might be starting to like it. Tyler fed me 6 of those things and I liked them. He said it was probably because they were aphrodisiacs. Hehe. Then our main courses. I had bratwurst with red cabbage and some other delish stuff and Tyler had veal chop. Poor baby cow! Tasty baby cow.

And sangria.

And then, being the adults we are, we headed home to play Kinect. Seriously one of the most hilar things to do. Except don’t eat a belly full of German food prior to game time. Tummy ache like whoa.

But skinnygirl helps.

To recap: sleep in, hit some balls, head to Wurst for amazing food/bevvies, then go home and jump around in your jammies.

5 thoughts on “The Wurst Date

  1. Hi Jen, I found your blog through Healthy Tipping Point, yay! I moved to the U.S. with my American husband from Australia, so I understand your frustrations of moving to a new country! Look forward to following your blog 😀

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