Thursday, July 19, 2007
Going Through the Big D
And yes, I mean Dallas.
Aaron and I are here celebrating 11 years of marriage...11 years of refinement, 11 years of nakedness, 11 years of laughter, 11 years of blowing it and saying we're sorry, 11 years of falling asleep next to each other every night.
We left our sweet kids with their sweet grandma...Anson laid in the dry bathtub, in his clothes and cried while I fixed my hair. "I don't want you to go, mom. I'm going to miss you so much."
Sweet. But I was still leaving.
Aaron and I are having so much fun together. We talked for 3 hours on the way up here, we are staying in a fancy pants hotel, we ate at an eclectic sushi bar last night called Fuse. Fuse. I ate at a place called Fuse. We pretended to be the coolest people ever while we were there.
It was such a great experience. Except for the part of the evening where we looked at the menu and had NO IDEA how to eat or order Sushi. When the waiter came to the table I said, "Look, I'm just going to shoot straight with you." He said nervously, "Okay." Then I said, "I love sushi, but I've only eaten it at HEB." This was funny to him. The whole time he was explaining things on the menu he would filter it through the HEB strainer...as in, he would say something, I would look confused and he would say, "Oh...sorry...they probably don't sell that at HEB." He was great. I loved that HEB was the point of reference.
I got to eat one of those tiny, pretty salads...I've always wanted one...those dishes that are MINISCULE, multi-colored and a million dollars! Skinny rich people food. When they sat down the dish, I beamed. I had no idea I was about to get a piece of cilantro, a speck of cheese and one tomato for my salad. It was a dream come true. Just looking at it made me die laughing.
Aaron ate raw fish and drank one sip of an alcoholic beverage...both were a first for him. Such a sweet, loyal Baptist. He didn't order the drink, it just came with the meal. He took one drink because I begged him. It was some Asian whiskey. He about choked. He was not impressed that the smell of it was stuck to his nose hairs for hours after he took that drink.
I tasted it too...and realized that alcohol tastes like White Rain. I've always wondered what they did with all that hair spray no one uses anymore...now we know. They pour it into wine glasses and serve it at high dollar, non gay, sushi restaurants.
And then...we saw Evan Almighty. I loved the guts out of it. I especially loved my Lorelai, who was pretending to be married and pretending to answer to the name, Jane. I couldn't figure out what was wrong with her...and where was Rori?
Then the HIGHLIGHT so far of our trip was that we slept until 10:30 this morning! 10:30!! I want to make up a 10:30 dance! I don't think I have slept until 10:30 since we've had kids...unless I was super, duper, deathly ill...and really...I'm just guessing there, I still don't think I would have slept that late.
I still haven't gotten over it.
I wanted to stand up on the bed, my hair looking like Medusa, my mouth smelling foul and sing a song about 10:30. I wanted to sing a song TO 7:30 and 8:30 and 9:30...mocking them...telling them how glad I was that I didn't see them today. I did not know they existed. I ignored them. In your face 7:30 through 9:30! I shake my rear at you and say, "uh-hu-uh-hu...uh-huh-uh-huh-uh-huh." I would have done all that, but I was too starving and dizzy to stand up and dance and mock imaginary hours that I was personifying into humans. I needed something to eat and a lot of coffee.