For those of you who don't know me (first off... how'd you find this blog?) you might be interested to know that my husband is a local celebrity. It's not all it's cracked up to be. He works evenings; 'Nuff said. That means I am a single mom all school year. He goes to work when I'm coming home. He gets in when the children are in bed at 11:30pm. He NEVER takes a night off. Every 6pm and 10pm, Monday through Friday, he's smack dab in front of the camera. At least we can turn him on at dinner time. But last night was
DATE NIGHT! We got our babysitter, ironed my clothes (his are always pressed) and went out to see a movie. For those of you who AREN'T taking youngsters to the movies,
Knocked Up, is my top recommendation for laugh-till-you-snort fun. Yes, it's about premarital sex. It's graphic enough that if you don't know your birds and bees now, you will in just over 2 hours. But it's not offensive, and it'll renew that babylust in us all. Hopefully the 17 yr old girls in front of me weren't all rushing out to find a baby's daddy like the main character. That guy was the homeliest cutie ever!
So the first half of the date was wonderful. We saved money by eating dinner at home. That way the babysitter didn't work as many hours, either. This little bit o' money was going to allow the second half of the date... the brand new casino! It opened the last week of school with real showgirls, Playmates, and the FLYING ELVISES (Elvii??). Here? Really? So we missed them (darn) and went just to look around. After a few people pointed at Dh and asked if he was the TV guy he made the quick decision to not gamble. More fun for me, me, me. :) I took my crisp twenty to the blackjack tables and proceeded to blunder through many 5.00 hands without losing. Statistics-wise, that 20.00 should have been gone in less than 10 hands. I got up to 40.00 before I decided to leave when I had enough to pay the sitter. I lost down to 27.50 and left - a whole 7.50 richer. This is true excitement in my world, so no sniggering. If you knew where we lived you'd know there's jack to do here.
I'm so grateful for my dear hubby. He decided to take off, lined up the night (I wrangled the sitter), and reminded me why I married him. This AM I fielded the calls from his mom, my mom, and my friend (was he sick? why wasn't he on TV?) and when I said date night, they all thought (oh, why?). No reason is the best reason. I recommend a regular date night for everyone, even if it's just your platonic best friend. Fun is worthwhile, for no reason at all.