Last night I zipped over to Tel Aviv to take my Itai out to dinner. He had been working like the dickens for almost a week to prepare for a presentation he had to give in one of his history classes on a 550-page article written in French. The presentation, of course, had gone off as well as I'd predicted, despite Itai's doubts and nervousness about public speaking. But he sure was worn out and hungry and in need of some good old R&R.

After wandering around town a bit, we finally stumbled on Pizza Meter, which happens to be the most upscale pizza joint I've ever been to. There was a wine bottle on every table. The pizzas themselves were delicious and creative works. We ordered a section with tomato and basil, a section with mushrooms and pesto (with no tomato sauce), and a section with onions and sweet potato. My favorite was the tomato, Itai's was the sweet potato. The music piped in was classy dance music in Spanish, Italian, and Portuguese, prompting a conversation centered around ballroom dancing. After dinner, we picked out a tub of dulche de leche ice cream from the restaurant's case of Ben and Jerry's to eat at home. This was the first Ben and Jerry's ice cream that either of us had had in years, and we savored it while finishing off the second of the three Wonderfalls DVDs.

Now my sweetie is snoring in bed, catching up on some long-needed sleep, while I tap quietly on the computer keys.