Dateline: Saturday June 30, 2007. B and I are taking the dogs for an evening walk in the 'hood.
"Oh look, the Smiths finally finished that retaining wall" I say.
"It looks good. That stone would look great around the edge of the back flower bed we've been planning" B answers.
"The one we have been planning for five years? The one we dug up half the back lawn for, that is now a giant weed heaven?"
"Yeah, that one."
"Oh, cool, look over there, Crazy Hoarding Neighbour has a new member of her lawn gnome family."
"That's no gnome, it's a hung over troll."
"How can you tell?"
"He's cross-eyed and looks about to puke."
"No, I mean how do you know he's a troll and not a gnome?"
B gives me THE LOOK that indicates my lengthy, expensive education was a waste.
A few blocks later, when we have looped back to our front door, I ask, "What do you want to do now? It is Saturday night."
"We could go to a movie."
This time I give B THE LOOK. "Who are you kidding, we haven't watched a movie except on our own T.V. in 4 years." We talk about going, then just wait until it comes out on pay-per-view. Where we can watch it snuggled on the couch with a glass of wine, wearing sweatpants and torn tee-shirts. And pause it for refills and pee breaks.
We check the listings and there is nothing interesting on pay-per-view. Still, it is a long weekend and all, so I suggest: "We could go up to the pub for a beer."
"We have beer here, and it's cheaper. Besides, we've just been for a walk, I don't feel like walking up to the pub. And if we drive, one of us can't have beer."
So we have a short soak in the hot tub and go to bed with books. It's 9:45 on a Saturday night. My God, we are so wild and crazy.
Today's dream travel destination: Montmartre, Paris. Where we would just be starting dinner at 9:45 on a Saturday evening.
14 comments:
You just described a lovely evening, although, starting at the pub and then having the nice walk would have been a variation that would have been pleasing as well.
We've not been to a movie theater since, I believe, 2001. Sweats, no annoying people talking, good drinks and handy bathrooms, not to mention good popcorn with real butter make a 6 month wait to see a film very acceptable.
I agree with Diana - sounds like a nice evening.
Our little local cinema up the road often shows films in VO so we troop up there from time to time.
In general, though, I object to paying a lot of money to watch a movie that's half blocked out by the giant that always sits in front of me.
Oh yes! Let's go to Paris!!!
And by the way, that looks like a gnoll - the evil love child of a troll and an gnome. Had you never seen one?
My friend, that sounds like a blissful evening. All of the options (except the movie in a theatre) sound just fine to me, but I'm afraid Paris wins. I've only been back from our last European adventure for six months but I want to return.
On another note, did you notice how much the gnome/troll looks like Prince Charles? Hmm.
Ian
Yep I think Ian's right the gnome/troll does look like Prince Charles with a hangover except that the gnome/troll seems to have more hair. Nicely planned evening, Mrs. BB often do Saturday nights in that way. Nothing like home with a good dvd or a good book and a glass of Guinness. Mind you I could be tempted to go out for a stroll along the Seine, a glass of rouge in the "Quartier Latin" or up to the Sacré Coeur Basilica.
diana, Yes, the clean handy bathrooms, that's a big draw for watching at home. And you get to pause it until you get back. Instead of trying to pee so fast you burst something, so you don't miss a critical scene.
ddad, I'm an ignorant colonial (with an apparently useless education), so what does "VO" mean?
jazz, I have only been to Paris once, and I was 14. Time to return, yes? And I think you're right, it is a gnoll.
Ian, my God, he does look like Prince Charles. A bit more handsome maybe.
bbrother, I respect your freedom of choice, and I like beer. But Guinness? I'd rather drink crank case oil. They look the same. The oil would taste marginally better. Give me a crisp lager or pilsner. Mind you, if I could be in Paris next Saturday night, I would even raise a glass of Guinness.
V.
Yea, you two need to tone it down. The neighbors will complain.
Sounds like a lovely evening of being perfectly comfortable with each other.
My God!!! He does look like Charles. That's scary.
It sounds like a lovely evening to me. I haven' seen a movie in a theater in ages, either...
Jocelyn, I'm surprised you can't hear us partying from your place.
Jazz, Yes, the ears are scary. So are the ears on the lawn troll.
CDW, Does anyone go to theatres any more? It seems bloggers don't.
That hung-over troll is terrifying! I hope it is not located in such a place that you constantly have to see it!
The beer on the other hand looks wonderful. I think you need to plan a walk to the pub in the very near future!
Rozanne, That troll is like the one we saw, but not the exact one in my neighbour's yard. Her yard is unique and very recognisable. I did not want to out her as the "Crazy Hoarding Neighbour".
Now that the weather is so fine we don't walk to the local pub, we ride our bike to the nicer one on the other side of the river.
V.
Woo, living la vida loca. Actually, smetimes a quiet evening is the best thing of all. And I actually prefer movies at home. I would like to go to Paris, though...
for visiting. Good luck !
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