Two for the Money

Thanks for all the anniversary well-wishes. Ya all rock!

It was a good day yesterday. We didn't go out to an anniversary celebration dinner because neither of us likes to eat much late in the day during the week. (At least Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday. It gives us time to empty out from the previous weekend.) So we went to a movie instead. We had planned to see Elizabethtown, but when I picked Angela up at her office after work, one of her co-workers said she and her friends wanted to kill themselves in the middle of it and we should only see it if we were in the mood for a huge whippin', so we decided to wait for that one to come out on video. We saw Two for the Money instead. I love sports, but my only knowledge of sports betting comes from an obsessed guy friend of mine who knows the line on every game and has pretty good luck picking winners each weekend. I don't really get bettin'. I pick the winners right along with him, but I never put money on it because I fear losing Levis and Doc Marten money and I refuse to get sucked in. I was 13-1 last weekend, but two weekends before that I was 7-7. Too scarey. So I just do it for fun. Anyway, the movie wasn't profoundly impactful and life-changing, but we liked it.

We got to the movie early and tried to at least have a quality anniversary conversation while we were waiting for it to start, but the audio was cranked so high on the plethora of ads and previews it was hard to concentrate. I guess we could have stepped outside, but then we would have lost our favorite seats in the middle of first row behind that metal bar/fence or whatever it is. It's fun to put our feet up on the bar/fence during the movie. So we put up with the loudness. When there was finally a silence between ads our voices were still in loud projection mode because they had to match the volume coming from the screen, so those around us were forced to hear bits and pieces of our conversation and random sentence fragments like, "...horse radish cheddar cheese at our reception. We need to get more..." and "...are my better half..." There were only about six people in the theater (all guys) and they didn't seem to mind. They probably would have saved our seats for us.

Since we didn't eat or have deep dinner conversation last night, we'll do that this weekend. Maybe Kathleen's Art Cafe. Love that place. And the music is nice and soft and conducive to talkin'. So the celebration continues. It seems like we've been celebrating a lot lately, but why the heck not.