It was date night tonight, and I enjoyed it thoroughly. R enjoyed it mostly. :o) (The only reason he didn't enjoy it thoroughly is that the first half was spent shopping for clothes - for him. He HATES that. So I know he didn't enjoy that part. :o)
After shopping we went to Friday's for drinks and apps. The music was fun, the football game was on. It felt like old times. (Before kids I mean. :o) We both had a couple of drinks and just talked. We had a great waiter, the food was yummy (I LOVED the onion strings) and it was just plain fun.
On the way home we started reminiscing. We drove by Fessenden and remembered a sledding catastrophe we had there. One night (long before we had the girls) I convinced him to go sledding. (He didn't want to go - basically, I made him.) Well, I convinced him, but then we couldn't find a sled. We finally found our old sled at my aunt's house, but it was deflated.
As I'm sure you can guess, R spent the next 20 minutes outside, in the cold, blowing up the tube. (I have asthma -- I can't do such things. :o) Finally, the sled is blown up and we're at the top of the hill. We're a distance away from other sledders, but we just think we're smarter than they are. We jump on and start sledding. Within two seconds, R bounces off the back. I laugh, but just for a second. Because then the sled suddenly stops in its tracks, but I keep going.
So now I'm 3/4 of the way down the hill, lying in the snow. The sled is only halfway down the hill -- in shreds. I had no idea what happened, but I was laughing so hard, I couldn't walk. Really, I couldn't even stand up. I had to pee -- bad.
Ronnie wasn't laughing, he was growling. He had just spent 20 minutes blowing up a sled for 20 seconds of fun.
Turns out the other sledders were much smarter than us. We had chosen to sled on this drainage point. It was sheer rock ledge. The rock popped the sled. No more sledding. :o(
P.S. As we drove home tonight, we drove by that spot. Like I said, we started reminiscing. Well, I had a few drinks at Friday's. I started laughing hard - really hard. I haven't laughed that hard in a while. :o)
4 comments:
Date nights are great. I'm glad you guys enjoyed yourselves. It's also nice to remember how things were before kids... They dramatically change life. Mostly for the good, but it's different. For example last night we went to a restaurant called Circus, Circus for Dylan's enjoyment.. No date night for us: )
What is Circus? Is it as loud and stimulating as it sounds???????????
glad you guys had a fun night. You deserved it.
Sounds like a great evening! Laughs like those are the best. :-)
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