Well, the big day is here. Top Management and I are leaving for the night—only the second night we’ve been alone in over ten years. I’m worried. What if we find we have nothing to talk about? What if she discovers that, when there aren’t a whole mess o’ kids around to distract her, that I’m really kinda…well…boring? Or worse—what if she looks at me and thinks, hey, how did THIS happen? When did THAT guy turn into THIS schlub?
Regardless, I’m incredibly excited. We’ll be spending four hours together in the car each way, travelling scenic backroads, partially because we like scenic backroads, but mainly because there aren’t actually highways to take us from here to there. Still, I’ve decided to pretend The Romantic Option isn’t actually The Only Option.
If we wanna stop? We’ll stop. If we don’t wanna, we won’t. Freedom! No worrying about traffic jams causing The Boy to start screaming, no need to shush the girls constantly to keep The Boy from awaking should he deign to nap, no need to freak when—either in the middle of a traffic jam or when The Boy has finally fallen asleep—The Bean suddenly announces that she’s going to flood the car if she doesn’t get to a bathroom in the next ninety seconds. Sweet blessed freedom!
Oh, and I sp’ose seeing my boy Bruce tonight’ll be okay too. I reckon. All things considered.
But mainly it’s the eight hours alone in the car with Top Management that I’m looking forward to the most. Because, don't tell her or nothing, I still just really like her so much.
See ya.
I'm on pins and needles. Can't wait for a full report on the eight hours in the car. Oh and the concert too.
Hope you had/are having a truly energizing time away.
Julie
Posted by: Julie | Wednesday, July 27, 2005 at 07:05 AM