As D-day — delivery day — approaches, everyone keeps telling us to make sure to go out on “dates” as much as we can — go to the movies, take weekends trip, go out to dinner – because once the baby arrives we’ll be in baby lockdown for, oh, the next 18 years (15 if she decides to run away from home).
The problem is, Jake and I never really go out anyway. Since moving to rural Virginia, the concept of “night life” has, for me, shriveled up and died like the blond carcass that passed for hair on Kate Gosselin’s head (before the weave).
A little visual reference
We never go anywhere together other than the Hen Hut, Walmart and maybe the sink hole. And occasionally we’ll have a hot date in the middle of some field somewhere where I’ve been sequestered to help Jake on one of his fencing jobs, which usually involves a shovel and a Bobcat. So really, I don’t think a baby is going to crimp our style much.
Be that as it may.
The other night we felt compelled to get in our last hoorahs as unshackled adults by going to the local drive-in theater. The goal: Stay for the double feature. The entire double feature.
We loaded up the beat-up, blue pickup truck, threw the dogs in the back, and threw caution to the wind by squealing into Walmart for a bag of their deli fried chicken, potato wedges and a sixer of Miller.
Once at the drive-in, we set up our chairs, Jake cracked open his first of six Millers while I, in between morsels of potato wedges, polished off an order of fried mozzarella sticks dunked in marinara sauce.
We watched Robin Hood (which pretty much sucked). About three-quarters of the way through the film, a downpour erupted from the sky, forcing all four of us — Jake, me, Sunny and Cowboy — into the cab of the miniature-sized pick-up and wait out the storm, while trying to watch the movie through a rain splattered windshield.
By the time the second feature started — Losers, which pretty much sums up my review of it — Jake was tipsy, I was bloated, the rain had stopped, yet we hung in there until the bitter end to suck every possible droplet of joy from OUR LIVES AS CHILDLESS ADULTS.
We didn’t get home until 2 in the morning, feeling valiant, vindicated, exhausted and suffering from indigestion from all that fried food.
Baby, we’re ready for you!
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I just gotta say that I love your blog. You make me laugh…I can’t wait for you to update…I check at least once (if not twice) per day to see what you are up to. I hate to sound like a crazy stalker of something – but we are going to be starting a mini-farm soon (hopefully) and when I try to find blogs about it most are people who moved to the farm based on religious reasons. Good luck when the baby comes!
Thanks, Shelby!
We took a 2 week road trip to the Pacific Northwest when I was 5 months pregs. I hiked Mt Ranier, or at least a bit of it. Since our daughter was born, I feel like I am running a farm, no days off! Sooooooooooo, you will probably not feel a difference! Still love the writing. Karen
Now I don’t feel so bad about our very boring life. (And I’m not implying your life is as boring as ours, I just feel so much more normal now.)
We have a fondness for hardware stores – wouldn’t call it a date kind of outing, but wandering through Lowe’s holding hands works for us.
I haven’t been to a drive-in for years. There aren’t any left around here. Too bad. They were fun.