I need to distract myself from the bitching and moaning over fucking minecraft over there…so.
Someone at work has a date for new years eve. It seems to be a new relationship or whatever you call it before it becomes a relationship, and I was thinking on the drive home, what was going on at the beginning of our relationship, and what dates we went on.
Firstly, let me preface this by saying that I asked Husband to marry me on the first night, so everything after that was low-stress. Sort of.
We did a bunch of things together which were hard to categorize, so they were either “dates” or “activities”, dates being a bit romantic and just the two of us, and activities being daytime concerts or whatever else was going on at the time.
Living on the periphery of Sydney, we had access to amazeballs *restaurants*
but they’re expensive, so I can only recall one spendy date off the top of my head, and that was paid for by then-boyfriend’s office as a reward for some such or other. We favoured car picnics on Sydney Harbour, gazing at the view of the bridge as much as each other, having shopped at the grocery store deli counters beforehand. There were a few other dinners that were not just the two of us but they were dress-up dinners, so they counted as dates.
Activities included aforementioned daytime concerts, going to the beach with boyfriend’s family or again, whatever else was going on at the time.
Now, I’m courting adventure as much as I’m courting Husband, and I favour live music or going to the movies. Husband does not favour movie outings because we pay as much or more for the sitter, by the end of the night, as for the movie tickets. Husband enjoys the new bars and breweries close to town with his friends, and I enjoy other bars with my friends, so we are yet to find a satisfactory meeting of the two, without falling back on activities – which are super fun, don’t get me wrong, but they aren’t the same as inching-off-nylons-in-front-of-the-fire type thing.
Anyhoo, Husband and I will probably ring in the new year with champers while watching The Matrix movies. We watched The Batman series a few years back, and Husband has his hair slicked back, now, so, we just need leather capes and wicked sunglasses. And maybe pills? No, no pills. We don’t need no rabbit holes.