Sunday, February 15, 2009

The Perfect Date

Chuck and I went to a 4:45 showing of Gran Torino last night. Great movie....go see it while still on the big screen. The only way to really see a good movie. Clint Eastwood squints those eyes and grits his teeth and growls his words. I'm not sure I could have heard it if it hadn't been on the big screen with surround sound.

Then we headed over to Kilburn's....a new restaurant/bar near us. At one point, I was thinking the date was heading south....when we sat down at a table and said ........nothing. Then Chuck asked, "Do you think those bricks are real?" Finally, some intense conversation.

(For Chuck....I am not trying to hurt your feelings in any way. But you make for great material. I love how hard you have to try to talk. I love that you did try hard to talk last night.)

We had a good meal, some wine and a conversation about the brick wall........then 2 couples we know came in. We moved tables to sit together, the band set up and started playing and we ended up having a really good time.

The band was so loud, that the 3 of us women were writing notes back and forth to each other on napkins. My friend, Pam, called it "old people's texting." Loved that. Women need to talk so much that we will write on napkins. The men. The men just watched the band play. Or watched the sports on the tvs all around the room.

We even danced. And Chuck loved the band so much that he wanted to stay on the dance floor to see what the next song would be. If you only knew what a phenomenon this is.

It was a perfect date.

And this morning I have just a wee, teensy bit of a hangover.


  1. I'm so glad you got him out on the dance floor. Good for you. My parents have been married for nearly 40 years. I called my mom last night to wish her a Happy Valentine's Day and she said they were eating in. She said that way they don't have to try to talk to each other :). It appears that after being married for 40 years, you simply run out of things to say. Or at least the men do, I guess. Glad it was a fun one!

  2. KUDOS!!! Persistence pays off (or so I hear and read here). Being good and doing the right thing appears to work out in the long run...a this time I thought is was just an urban Disney myth. I remember just how proud and moved I was at my parent's 50th anniversary...I don't think I've ever been prouder of anyone more; it meant the world to me and I know it was not easy. My dad was not a "talker" all.