Husband and I recently went with another couple to a participatory mystery comedy dinner theatre show. It was sooo fun and I got sooo drunk (it has been years and years since I have had the opportunity to utter that sentence; also, by this I mean I had a glass of wine and a third of a glass of Long Island Iced Tea). Husband and I stood up in front of everyone (with a few others) and sang. There was lots of laughing and misplaced pairs of reading glasses.
We never go out like this. I haven’t been to the movies since the middle of 2006. We’ve gotten a babysitter to go out for pleasure only once, and that was really against our will; we just felt like we were supposed to. An exotic evening involves chess. This isn’t at all the result of Baby’s arrival; we, as a couple, have always been homebodies. I’d be somewhat more willing to do fun things out and about, particularly if they include Baby (I am not into the whole sitter thing); Husband can be a bit more misanthropic.
Baby and I go out a lot during the week to various events, however, and we get together with friends and I talk on the phone and have blogging, so I have lots of interaction with others. Husband, though, doesn’t seem to have any really good man-friends at the moment. He used to be buddies with my best friend’s husband, but that sort of waned, which is just as well, since I think being couple friends can be kind of hard. One of his best friends is from an old job is now his superior at work (this guy hired Husband away) which makes their friendship a little more touchy, I think, but they still work out together. Husband really misses his brother who is in Europe. Everyone needs a best friend to bitch to, but Husband thinks that complaining about me would be disloyal (though I’ve encouraged it). What’s sad is he hardly has time for friends, anyway, what with work and school. Poor Husband.
