How was my weekend you ask? It went fantastically well, thank you for inquiring. So nice that I wish I had documented more in the way of pictures but as it stands, the ones I did take this weekend have me bearing a striking resemblance to Alice from the Brady Bunch. It's true. Look closely.
It's a cruel, cruel world.
Friday night we went to dinner at the restaurant where we had our first date. It was very romantical. We talked about everything under the sun; gay marriage, private school vouchers, the civil war, worms.
Saturday afternoon was spent at the local coffee shop playing a heated game of Trivial Pursuit. We only had a total of five "pie" pieces between the two of us dingleberries over 2.5 hours of playing. Quit thinking to yourself that his pie contained four of the five pieces. That ain't nice.
That night, we had tickets to attend "Jazz Night", a benefit thrown for our local live theater. I suspect we were the only ones there under age 50 and we didn't dance, but we had a great time watching those who did. One man in particular stole our attention. We pegged him to be around 57 with maybe a kid or two in college, and boy was he feeling the groove; passionate finger snapping, swaying to the beat, eyes tightly closed and front teeth plastered firmly to his bottom lip. We just sat back in our chairs and took it all in. It was like people watching at the air port but much heavier on the sequins and Lycra.
Here was Scoob at 8...