Like every other couple on the planet, Jared and I often have important discussions about which celebrities we’d like to hang out with, specifying when, where, and for how long. I mean, Matt Damon? We could probably all go on vacation together and have a blast. Jack Black? He would be SO MUCH FUN … for a few minutes, in a group setting, and not in our house.
(The Jack Black verdict came down after watching him in the Weird Al Yankovic “Tacky” video. This is an important fact.)
Last weekend, we had a date night with dinner and a movie. Like, a real date, where we put our phones away during dinner and talked about stuff other than dogs and work and laughed — oh, man, did we laugh. After 10 years of marriage (back in March, holla!) we can still crack each other up, which is awesome and basically exactly what I hoped marriage would be like.
After dinner, we headed over to the movie theater and walked in just as the “Let’s All Go to the Lobby” song was playing. So, naturally, I started dancing like the sodas and popcorn boxes on the screen as we walked down the aisle toward our seats. I was starting to get into it when I hear Jared behind me saying, “Oh my god. You look exactly like Jack Black.”
I almost got offended, but then I remembered what we’d watched earlier in the day. Skip to 2:08 or so and you’ll get the idea.
So date night was a pretty big success, is what I’m saying.
The next day I joined a group for a bike ride on a trail an hour or so south of where we live, which put me fairly close to my parents, so I asked them to meet me afterward for lunch. On the drive down, I heard on the radio that it was the 45th anniversary of the moon landing, which, of course, was well before my time, but it’s still an important date to me — my parents met at a party celebrating the first man on the moon. At lunch, I brought it up.
Me: So the moon landing was 45 years ago today. Does that mean you guys met 45 years ago?
Mom (smiling): Wow! Yeah, I guess it does.
Dad (laughing): Yep. And that was the last time your mother ever drank a beer. The big phoney.
Mom: That’s true. I drank that one beer [to impress him] and never drank another one again.
Me: Ah, memories.
Dad: Don’t worry, I’ll smooch her when we get to the car.
Here’s hoping Jared and I are also still joking like this in another 35 years. Something tells me we will be …