Sunday, August 19
Music on the Rocks with kid in tow
"Do you realise that we haven't been to a nightclub since before Skye was born?" Carlo suddenly pointed out, as we sat on the beach eating pizza one evening.
"Yeah, but only because babysitters don't exist after midnight. I'd love to go dancing, but what would we do with Skue?" I looked longingly towards the end of the beach where the only remaining club in town was, a natural cave transformed into a subtly lit discoteque.
"We could take here with us..?" I suggested, cutting a small triangle of pizza for her and folding it so that it wouldn't drip.
" Don't be stupid, it doesn't get busy until after midnight, she'd be too tired."
"So lets go now then!" I glanced at my watch, it was just gone 9.30pm. I gathered up the empty pizza boxes, folded them and crammed them into the nearest bin. "Come on Skye, we're going to go and dance in a big cave!"
"Really?" She asked doubtfully, "dance in a big cave?"
We spent an hour inside, leaning up against the bar, chatting to the barman, dancing on the big star on the floor. It wasn't the most sociable evening, there really was nobody else there, we were a couple of hours too early...but it was fun all the same. And it has also inspired us to search harder for an occasional babysitter that might not mind staying the night. Just once.
at 9:09 PM