date night

After about 15 years of nagging Rick to plan/take me on a date night, and having zero success, I finally figured out what I was doing wrong.  Waiting for him to plan it wasn't working so I planned it myself.  Yep, I took the reins and made the plans.  I make much better plans anyway.

So last night was it.  Rick and I had tickets to a play in Dallas.  And it was a biggy!  We had tickets to the opening night of  RAGTIME,  a musical that I'm sure was on Broadway at one time.  Well, I'm not positive about that but at least I'd heard of it!  Maybe it was a movie.  Maybe I imagined the whole thing.  At least I got out of the house, finally.

So, it was an interesting evening ...

First, the cable went out in our house and the cable man arrived to fix it about 45 minutes before we needed to leave.  He did not have an appointment, not even a window of opportunity but I let him in because, well, TV is super important to me.  Someone I know was on it once.

Anyway, Mr. Cable Man stayed every bit of his allotted 45 minutes, right up until I could wait no longer and finally had to ask him to leave.  And after 45 minutes of work, we still don't have any TV in our house.  Well, we have a TV in our house ... too bad it doesn't work.  Well, it works ... but I can't see my beautiful face on it.  The cable, I've learned, isn't talking to our TV.  I guess they had a fight.

So, I kick Mr. Cable Man out and I throw on clothes that do not flatter me (great for a date night) and I see that Rick has put on jeans and a t shirt.  Swell.  We do not look like a dating couple but off we went to see Ragtime.  Us and about 20,000 of our closest friends all got on the same freeway at the same time, headed in the same direction.  Whee.

Needless to say, we made it there, just in the nick of time.  And for our date night, we sat through a very depressing show ... complete with non stop sound problems.  It was opening night, too, and I felt so sorry for the cast and crew.  Opening night, the night that gets reviewed and no one could hear nary a word of the show.  Oh well, it looked like a depressing show anyway.  She hero died at the end.  Yep.

And, because it was date night, Rick took me out to dinner afterwards.  We headed across the street to McDonalds ... I kid you not.  And to make it even better, a man approached us in the drive through lane (only the best for our date night) begging us to buy him a hamburger ... 'cuz he was hungry.  I refused and decided to tell the gal at the fancy drive through window about him and she suddenly got all uptight and nervous.  She said, "Oh great!  And security has already gone home!"  

Excuse me?  It's midnight ... in a dark section of downtown Dallas ... AND YOU LET SECURITY GO HOME????    Good grief.

We did get our food and high-tailed it out of there and headed home.

All in all, it was not a fun date night.   Now I know why we don't go on these more often.

I can't forget about our little night out, though ... the salt from the french fries is still with me this morning.

Yep, only the best for us!

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