It’s Saturday and I went out to dinner tonight with my “Other.” You know the wine “swirling, sniffing, slurping, spitting enthusiast” noted in No More Whining.
We went to a local restaurant where you can BYOB. It’s very casual, the food is good and inexpensive. We go often.
But I digress.
This is really about the fact that it’s Saturday night and we ate early.
When we were almost done I said:
“Want to go to Shop-Rite after dinner?”
“Why, do we need anything?”
"Not really, maybe fat-free cookies?"
“Then why go?”
Long, long pause.
“Because I can’t think of anything else to do, and it’s only 6:30.”
Another long pause.
“Well, That’s your next blog!”
It was 6:30 on a Saturday night and I couldn’t think of anyplace to go but Shop-Rite .... to buy fat-free cookies.
I’m not sure what is most pathetic about this. That is was 6:30 and we had no plans, that it was 6:30 and Shop-Rite seemed like a normal thing to do on a Saturday night or that I was even thinking about fat-free cookies.
Wherever the pathos lies, I’m sure I’m much too young to think Shop–Rite is a destination on a Saturday night.
We did NOT go to Shop-Rite.
But here I am, writing a blog in an attempt to void grading papers; it’s 8:45 on a Saturday night.
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