Tailors, Georgian Cuisine, and Cheat Days

Tonight, Steven and I went on a little date. I expected that we would go for a bit of sight seeing, and then find our way to a lovely Georgian restaurant. However, we got started a bit later than expected. 

Steven had to go get his suit size measured for John's wedding in October, so he found a tailor here that would do it for free. All they asked was that he bring some candy as a thank you to the tailor. 

He made his way to the shop only to get lost for about 30 minutes. Finding addresses in Georgia are apparently very difficult when you don't know how the numbers on the address translate to the street numbers. Steven eventually found the shop. He was sweaty and a bit mortified when he arrived - considering that he was going to get mildly felt up by someone. He didn't want to be sweaty for that. 

When Steven got back to the apartment, it was already late afternoon. Something that was mean to take an hour ended up taking about 2.5 hours. He came back with a hilarious story about how a Russian woman ended up being his tailor. She didn't know much English, but she did take about 50 different measurements despite Steven saying he needed about 10. Apparently, every few minutes, this woman would look up at Steven, ball her fists up, look at him with the Russian nod of approval, and say "big man. strong man. very good." That approval, despite his sweatiness, gave Steven the confidence that he needed to get through his time at the shop. 

When he got back to me, Steven suggested that we find a wine bar and get stuck in. We've cut alcohol out completely, and we've been staying way under our weight loss calorie intake all week. So, we decided to go for it. There are very few things in life that make me happier than good wine, a gourmet cheese board, and my babes. When we get drunk on wine together, that's my favorite. 

We intended on staying for only a few hours, but we ended up making friends with the owners + servers... so, we stayed all night long. One of the owners ended up living in Chicago for about 17 years; which made great conversation about the American way of life versus the European way of life. We chatted, she educated us on Georgian wine, and we downed some free shots of cha cha from the server. It tastes funnily of tequila and vodka. It went down smoothly, but I don't fancy having it much again.

There was live music from a lady who gave us total 20s vibes. She was dressed in a long, sparkly dress and she adorned minimal makeup + red lips. Her voice was like butter, and she sang all of the old songs. It was magic. We didn't eat much, but we had a lovely night of wine, cheese, and new friendships. Luckily for us, Georgian wine is super, super cheap and fantastic quality.

We didn't break the bank, and we didn't wake up with a hangover. Win win.