Date Night

No, no -- not the movie (although we DID recently see it, and while it had some funny parts we won't be watching it again). Nope, I'm talking about we-have-a-three-day-weekend-so-Thursday-is-our-date-night date night. For our anniversary I gave Joel a date-of-the-month -- he chose 12 themes, and I'm in charge of our dates once a month. So far, it hasn't been a roaring success -- mostly because we've either been really busy or have forgotten -- so last night was the second official date-of-the-month. Better late than never!

The first thing I did was make a few signs and post them at various places around the house. The first one was at the foot of the stairs, and said, "Welcome to the Wild West." I met him there, and gave him a hat and the first of four envelopes. The first letter said:
Howdy, pardner!
Welcome to the Wild West, where the men are strong and the women are sassy. :) As you enjoy your stay, you will experience an authentic shootout, a rip-roarin' square dance, and the finest sassparilla this side of the Mississippi. Read the instructions before each activity, and you won't go wrong. Now, go out and have a bit of good, old-fashioned fun!

The first thing we did was have a shootout.

I took some half-sized soda cans, set them up in a pyramid, and got out six sets of rubber bands. This envelope was under the sign:
At this activity, you will participate in an age-old contest -- the battle of the sexes. Each person will receive 5 "bullets" per round -- the goal is to receive a perfect "10" for the round. Each can is worth one point, with one extra point awarded IF you shoot with Wild West flair. Whoever has the most points at the end wins a big ol' kiss from the loser.


Yep, Joel won, 16-8. This was fun, but I kept whacking my thumb with the "bullets"! His way was much less painful and more effective. (By the way, those brown spots on my cheeks are "freckles" -- I guess they didn't look as cute as I was hoping!)

Next, I had moved the table out of the way so we could "square dance". The letter said:
Time for our square dance! Feel free to teach your partner the finer points of country dancing. Each time you hear the words "K-Bull" or "93", give a big ol' MOO. And don't forget to doh-si-doh!

Dancing was fun, but we didn't get to do it for very long because Joel's blood sugar got low, darn it. Maybe we'll try again another night!

The last envelope said:
Take a load off with this old-fashioned sassparilla. It was 'specially made with you in mind! Relax, kick back, and enjoy the show. Love, :)

Well, the sassparilla was really that Stewarts root beer in the glass bottle, and the show was "Clash of the Titans" -- not particularly western, but it does have some good fighting in it, right? That's just what came in the mail, so we went with it. I don't really recommend it, but it wasn't as bad as I was expecting -- and it was WAY better than the original, so that counts! :) It was just fun to do something other than the same old sit-on-the-couch-and-watch-a-movie, and I think we'll definitely be going country dancing soon!