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.
