Friday Night Lights

Most Friday nights with J and I involve working out, dinner, a thriller/war/alieninvasion/western/jimhensonmuppets/psychoneurotickiller kind of movie and then going to bed. Occasionally we'll order Applebee's/Chili's/Olive Garden/Papa Murphy's to go (strictly To-Go. We don't mess around with 'crowds' when it comes to food) and chow down, but we like to reserve those for weekday events.

A lot of the time I have random nightmares afterwards, like last night, when I dreamed I killed a man and was then shunned from my family after watching 3:10 to Yuma. (They are SO not supportive with murders anymore.)

Husband didn't seem to mind when I woke up and informed him that we now had to run and hide for the rest of our lives because in the dream I had escaped prison with the help of some guys off of the TV show The Unit. I think he was up for the adventure, and it's always good to know he's willing to work through issues in our relationship.

Of course, his dreams typically involve shooting people as well, but he's normally killing the bad guys invading our house while we're sleeping and defending my fragile virtue instead of running from the law like his rebel wife (I don't even know why I killed the guy). He even does it wearing this uniform. He's the best. Sure love him!

Of course, he gallantly offers to let me pick whatever movie I want, chick flicks included (although there's always some tone of nervousness in his voice when those are brought up). When we were first dating, oh-so-long-ago, I forced him into my Big Fat Greek Wedding for purely selfish reasons- I quote that movie incessantly. He did well, infact, we had our first make out session to the credits. But let's face it, watching sappyromancegirlpower movies just isn't the same with a guy.

Try watching Tangled with a mega athlete soldier West Point grad who has an off day when he runs anything greater than a 5:50 mile. It sort of loses the sparkle and giggle.

Anyway, last weekend.

After work I lovingly gathered up some goodies from home and skipped on down to post in the Jeep. J had staff duty (aka babysitting) all day/night on Friday. We scarfed down sushi, kashi crackers, powerade, Ben and Jerry's Cherry Garcia Fro Yo, salad, hummus, pita chips and some nectarines and/or Dove Peanut Butter bar. Then we snuggled up on the superbly comfortable couch made of real fake pleather. (Martha Stewart would be proud of that cardboard box holding the laptop.)



And proceeded to watch one of the world's weirdest movies ever. (Keanu Reeves, what happened to you?!)

Then I went home by my lonely self, terrified that some demon was going to drop down from the nearest light pole as I drove past, trembling in the front seat. Or awaiting an evil female Gabriel to be sitting on my couch when I walked in the townhouse and I would have to fight sans frying pan. Fortunately, there were none of these things.

So instead I watched a Tyler Perry movie and then went to bed.

That's pretty much how our dates go around here, even when he is home and not on duty. At least our fridays. We have really adventurous Saturdays, but Friday around here is pretty lame. And we like it like that.