[Turns out Matt had something come up at work & had to leave super early, so I ended up calling at 7:50, when they opened, to cancel our 8am appointment. Groveling doesn't even begin to cover it - this is The Guy with hospital privileges who can take care of her teeth while she's sedated when/if we get her ears tubed, so I don't want to alienate the staff. Also, he won't schedule a sedated cleaning till we try the old fashioned way and their next available isn't till December, which means now IF we do get tubes put in and shoot for the fabled double ENT-DDS booking, it won't be till January, which ...(deep breath)... is a Brand New Deductible Year. Awesome.]
But onto happier stories - DATE NIGHT! Matt had a gift certificate for PF Changs, I have been clutching my $4 Groupon movie tickets for months, and Matt's parents were free to watch the kids... could it really be?
Turns out PF Changs had an almost 2 hour wait so we drove around and found a cute little Mexican place with live music (well, a guy & a guitar. But he was good!). While waiting to get in, we were smirking at the middle age suburban moms wearing their Twilight T-shirts who had clearly gathered for the opening night of episode XVI (or whatever). They had a LIFE SIZED EDWARD CUT OUT with them at their table. Oh my....
Sorry, I know some of y'all like it but I just don't get it. She's EIGHTEEN. All that staring longingly into each others' eyes... Honey, you may want to
Anyway, while we were busy feeling culturally superior, one of the Twilight moms detached herself and came over - "Aren't you [the kid]'s dad? I'm [his classroom aide].... Are you his mom?" [We thought later it would've been pretty funny if I had not been his mom. Awkward!] We chatted for a bit and she asked what he'd had earlier in the week, when he missed Monday & Tuesday. And my famed social graces kicked in because I suddenly could not remember. Which child? Which pathogen? Which week? Given my look of confusion, I'm sure she wondered if I really was his mom. Way to charm the teachers! I hadn't even had a margarita yet.
A pound of guacamole later I was happy and we waddled back to the car to go to the flicks. But we were in the dark period between all the 7:30 and 10pm shows (the latter of which I'm too old to stay awake for). Our two options? The cartoon about the cat... or... yes, that's right... Twilight.
Also, neither started at the theatre for which I had the Groupon, so full Friday night fare.
I'm sure the rest of the internet has already deconstructed the movie so I'll skip the Edward Bashing. I was happy with my movie popcorn and icee, sitting next to my aging human spouse, ignoring the Worst Dialogue Ever Written. My darling, mushy husband, raised on John Hughes movies, thought it was kind of sweet. I have elected to ignore this fatal character flaw. Because THAT's what grown ups in a real marriage do, Bella. We don't mock.
(let's all give Matt a big cheer for being a good sport).