This past weekend, Greg and I had date night! Something that was long overdue but, unfortunately, takes a back seat to most of the other pressing issues in our lives. Anyway, we had a lovely dinner at one of our favorite restaurants, Mackenzie's. Seriously, if you have never been, you should go. Tonight. It is a little pricey, but Oh Em Gee. They have some of the best food around. We have never had bad food or bad service when we have been so it is well worth the extra moolah. Click here for their website. I'm seriously drooling all over the keyboard just thinking about it. Mmmmmm.
Anyway, after dinner we rushed over to the movie theater and while Greg stood in line for the tickets, I went inside to go to the bathroom because we were already a few minutes late and I didn't want to miss any more of the movie than we already had. When I walked out of the bathroom, I saw him in the lobby and he was talking to a young guy. I walked over just as he was walking away and asked who he was talking to. Our conversation went a little something like this:
Me: Who was that?
Him: Some kid. I felt bad because he wanted to go see The Crazies and his 18th birthday is in, like, a week. All of his friends were going and he said he didn't want to see Valentine's Day and he asked me to buy his ticket.
Me: Did you tell him that we are already late and we don't have time?
Him: Well, I already bought it.
Me: Oh, that was nice of you. Now let's go.
At this point, I started to notice that Greg was acting a little down and at first I thought he actually felt bad for sneaking a minor into a movie. But I know my husband better than that and realized that he was pouting.
Me: What's wrong?
Him: The kid told me to act like I was his dad in order to buy his ticket.
Me . . .
Him: I know. I told him to get inside and I would take care of it.
Me: Aw, that was so father-ly of you. Way to go, old man.
Him: Why do you have to be so mean to me?! Do I seriously look so old that I could have fathered a 17-year old?
Me: Well, times are a-changing honey.
Him: You are so insensitive.
Me: Dont' get your panties in a bunch. Maybe he saw your hot-ass wife walking in with you and thought that I am such a stone-cold fox that I would only go after an older man because I'm a gold digger.
Him: And you're okay with that?
Me: Did you not hear me say that the 17-year old thought I was hot?
Him: So, do you like 17-year old guys now?
Me: Noooo, you're missing the point.
Him: Then, what is your point?
Me: What?
Him: What do you mean 'what'? What is your point?
Me: My point about what?
Him: Seriously?
Me: Can you please hurry up and explain to me what you are talking about? We are already late for the movie.
Him: . . .
I think I may have just figured out why we never go out anymore. Because my husband is threatened by how sexy I am and he is afraid that I am going to leave him for a 17-year old that I can sneak into R-rated movies. Either that or he is so exhausted from trying to keep up with his much younger wife, his poor heart just can't take it anymore.
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Too funny because when Greg was 17, he looked about 12, he had such a young face. maybe it has something to do with the children he has for real. Maybe they age him a little bit. Or never sleeping or working too hard... tell him the excuses are endless.
Or maybe it is because of the hot wife. Who knows. At least he could help a kid out.
I hope you dinner was good thanks to your wonderful, loving sister!
Yes it was delicious! Thanks so much! And, anytime you want to give me another gift certificate, I would gladly take it :)
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