When my wife and I first started dating, I was 23 years old and she was 24. Since I had spent a few years enlisted prior to college, I was still going to school, while she had already graduated and was a manager at a movie theater. One of our favorite date activities was to wait until the theater had closed and then preview new movies. Every film had to watched before it could be presented to make sure there are no issues, so we just turned it into a date. We would have an entire theater to ourselves, and we would get to watch movies before the were actually released. It was a pretty sweet deal, and I remember that walking to my car after watching The Grudge in an empty theater was one of the scariest moments of my life.
She had to close the theater before we could watch the movies. If the last showing started at 11:30, that means it wouldn’t end until around 1:00. It always took her about half an hour to clear the theater and string the reels for the preview. That meant that the earliest our movie would finish was around 2:30 or 3:00. Throw in the half hour drive back to my apartment, and that became a fairly long night. Back then, that was fine. I’d go to bed, wake up in time for class, and then do the same thing the next night. Now, just writing this paragraph made me tired.
Fast forward a little less than a decade. Tonight, we’re going to go see the musical Rock of Ages (don’t worry, I’ll leave my man card at home). We’ll probably help my mom make dinner for the kids and then head out. We’ll grab an early meal ourselves and then head to the theater where the show starts at 7:00. It sounds like the perfect date night for a couple of parents nestled firmly in their 30s.
While we were looking at the show information we both groaned at the same time when we saw something. The show lasts two and a half hours! Let’s work out the math on that. The show won’t end until 9:30. Since the theater is in downtown San Diego, there will probably be at least a 15 minute walk to our parking spot. We will then have to do the 30 minute drive to our comfortable little suburb. We’re probably not going to get home until 10:15! That’s a disaster. I probably won’t be able to function tomorrow.
This means that CinC HOUSE won’t be able to start reading her book by 8:00. This means that I won’t be able to get my 90 minutes of video games in before I head to bed (nothing makes me sleep better than destroying 12 year olds in Madden). I’ll probably even forget to take my multi-vitamin. Sigh…
I think it’s pretty obvious at this point that we’re getting old. It would be depressing if it weren’t for the fact that I’m too tired to be depressed. I better wrap this blog up. I might need to get off work early. If I can get a nap in, I may be able to stay up until the intermission tonight.