Dinner and boobs. And other stuff in between.

So, here's how we ended up spending our anniversary.

I decided we'd start our evening in historic downtown Augusta. We had dinner at Luigi's, which has been here since 1949, and apparently is frequented by Tiger Woods and his mistresses during The Master's. Will had a good steak. I had kind of crappy linguine with clam sauce. The clams were canned. I can make that myself at home. I was regretting not ordering the moussaka, which looked pretty fabulous.



Then I hung out with The Godfather of Soul himself.



Before we left the house, I did a little Googling and discovered that the art museum had a special late opening night, so I dragged Will there. We were pretty much the only people in the building. The curators were fawning over us like we were the first people to ever visit who weren't part of a school field trip, which considering where we live, might be true.
Anyway, as you can see, big, empty museum.


It started with a photographic display.
Please take a moment and look carefully at the bottom right of the picture.
Now, I'm no photographer (which, considering I took all the pictures you're seeing, should be glaringly obvious), but even I know that if you're taking an "artistic" shot of an historic building, you should probably wait until the 300 pound woman wearing spandex shorts with an atomic wedgie goes inside. Maybe it's just me, but I find she distracts from the subject.



Next were historic portraits. I'm sorry, but historic portraits of children are creepy.
Look at this little dude. He looks like a total ladies' man in that pose.
A total ladies' man who is a toddler in a sailor suit.



Then we moved on to "Southern subjects".
The guy in the glasses simultaneously terrified me and made me laugh.


Then there was this. The crappy picture from my phone just doesn't do it justice.
This was a wall mural. It was huge. And detailed.
It was titled "Surprise along the Savannah," and it left me with numerous questions.
1. What exactly was the surprise?
2. Why are they all naked?
3. Why are there so many naked men together at once?
4. Does the surprise have anything to do with the fact that there are dozens of naked men frolicking together in the Savannah River?
5. What's up with this guy?

Seriously, what's up with him?



Then, boobs.

And more boobs.



And we finished the night by watching Iron man 2, which was basically just more boobs...
Boobs in IMAX.