Our date plans the other night started as dinner at one of our favorite restaurants and a movie at a swanky new theater we wanted to try out… Our night ended up being dinner at a grocery store and watching the GOP debate back at home. If only we had thrown in a trip to Home Depot, it would have completed the married-life date trifecta I used to make fun of my parents for.
We had a gift card to a really yummy Mexican food place in town and when we realized that we left our gift card at home, we did what every newlywed on a budget does and pulled into the grocery store parking lot near our movie theater. Only this grocery store was Central Market, my god-send when I used to live closer to downtown. I lived in that place for most meals and would read on the second level overlooking the rest of the store.
When we walked up to figure out what we wanted to eat, the lady said, “You two should start at the front. We have twelve sample tables throughout the store for our free ‘Bacon Stroll’ this evening.” Um. What. God was apparently watching out for our date, because we happened to be there for Central Market’s Bacon-fest.
^^Maple Bacon Balsamic Dressing, anyone?
Date fail, part 2: We had tickets to try out iPic, a fancy new theater with reclining seats in date “pods”, blankets, a waiter, etc etc etc. Basically, it’s way to nice for us be there and we quickly showed our maturity level as we tested the reclining seats…ten times.
The theater was filled with group a younger girls there to see Zootopia, but when the movie started, Marsh and I quickly realized they had loaded ZOOlander instead of ZOOtopia in the projector. If you haven’t seen Zoolander, it opens with Justin Bieber getting shot about 50 times in the chest. Marshall and I couldn’t stop laughing at how terrified those girls were watching Bieber die. Long story short, the theater couldn’t fix the issue, so we were refunded and given tickets to come back. GOP debate date it is.
For all you single folks out there, just a little encouragement: Find someone who you have MORE fun with when plans fail than when everything works out perfectly. It’s a mega-blessing.