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Bed, Bath, Bikes and Booze

All I want is a King bed and a big bathtub.

These were my non-negotiables as the hub and I discussed the specs for our recent Anniversary celebration.

Not only did my wish for a bed and a bath come true, but bikes and booze were on the scene too. I feel like a degenerate saying booze (instead of something nicer like "cocktails") but there's kind of an alliteration thing going on here so...

We are creatures of habit and usually go to a fancy steakhouse on our anniversary.  It's always a chance to dress nice, have a long and quiet dinner (except for romantic talk of the previous year's adventures and what the future holds- huh?!).  Of course dropping some dough on a nice meal without feeling guilty is always appealing too. We then continue the evening by staying somewhere for the night.  Last year was especially memorable since it was our last summer in San Diego and I was pregnant with our now 7-month old baby.

This year things are just so different.

Literally all I wanted was a King bed (I would be sleeping through the entire night- hello?!) and that big 'ol tub that would be a welcome change from my usual bathing-with-the-baby routine. What can I say I'm a multi-tasker? Those two amenities paired with couple time (only fogies saying "couple time")...does it get any better?

Yes, it does.  When you add in BIKES and BOOZE my friends! We decided a casual evening, blowing off a little steam (another fogey saying), would be more appropriate than a formal dinner setting. From *Anniversary Inn, we walked into downtown Boise to the nearest rental rack. Thanks @BoiseGreenBike ! I hadn't ridden in a while and whadoya know it was just like riding a bike ;)
*I could go on for days about staying in The Presidential Suite at Anniversary Inn, where we may or may not have called each other Ronald and Nancy for 24 hours. That's not weird.

Central Downtown
So we basically bar hopped all night. Riding around a downtown that is small enough to ride completely around is pretty great. If you've prematurely judged Boise, ID I think you should take a step back, gather yourself and reconsider how COOL it really is. Being cool is super important. 

Since I had so much fun, after thanking my thoughtful husband/best friend in the whole world (aww now that's cute isn't it?) I decided I'd give a shout out to the various Idahoan spots we patronized:

1st stop: Bardenay. Sure they're known for their housemade whiskey, but I say GET a margarita whenever you don't have a baby with you. 

2nd stop: Chandlers Boise We hit the Lounge, not the Dining Room...I told you it was a casual night, just a couple of kids on the town.  The lounge act, brews and filet sliders were ridiculous.

3rd stop: The Matador I've never had a spicier Marg in my life! Mamacita! In case you're wondering, that was my second marg of the night, with a beer in between...a beer sandwich if you will. 

4th stop: Pie Hole When you've been drinking, you eventually need to eat something substantial, like a slice from Pie Hole..alongside a PBR (Hipster right?)

5th and final stop: Space Bar. Pinball and canned Sapporo. YES.  I'm pretty sure we'll be transforming our front room into a Game room 'cause....playing games is a great way to spend your time.  And who hangs out in their "sitting room" anyway?  No one that wants to have fun.

In Conclusion: I love my husband and I love Boise.

The End.

Now go hop on a bike and get crunk.
(said the white mom)

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