(That is a delicious Scottish Ale, looking delicious.)
We never go out looking like crap. Or, rather, we aspire to never go out looking like crap. It's aspirational. Brian has waged a very personal war against the oversized cargo shorts/flip flops/football jersey/ backwards hat uniform of his peers. And me? Well, I'm just vain. But when you're just going to drop off some junk at the garbagestore, who cares, right?
Brian don't care.
Married dates are funny. They usually aren't spontaneous and there's usually too much house-talk. You know the kind: "Are we out of cat food?" or "Did you wash my sweatshirt?" or "What should we make for dinner tonight?" or "Did you clean out Roomba's filter?" BORING. I made a rule a while ago that we couldn't spend our dates talking about our boring home life. We have to treat it like a date! Like we're getting to know each other! Like we have exciting lives that aren't centered around five ungrateful cats! We gotta shake things up!
I've been trying to make sure our dates are actually fun, rather than routine. From trying new places, to meeting up at a bar (rather than riding together), to playing a game where we have to tell each other one story that we've never told before. A few weeks ago, we did the whole New York Times 36 Questions that will make two strangers fall in love thing. Not being strangers, and already being in love, it wasn't groundbreaking, but it was fun and made for some fun conversation. Joanna Goddard of A Cup of Jo recommends encoupled people meet at the bar or restaurant, so as to avoid the whole unsexy getting-ready-in-the-same-bathroom-beforehand scene. (She also recommends seeing the movie first, if you're brave enough to attempt the classic dinner-and-a-movie-date.)
All in all, our grunge date was pretty great. Even though we were shlumping around in gross garbageclothes and sweaty from a day of schlepping, we had a great time. I think it was the spontaneity of it all. I think that's the key. After all, marriage is pretty much a spontaneity-free zone. Sure, it's cozy and comfy and wonderful, but one does begin to miss feeling like anything might happen. So watch out world! We might just go get a beer on a Sunday afternoon.