Yanno (stolen directly from Hilly with no shame whatsoever... heh), one of the reasons why Katie and I quit working at the gym was so we could spend some more time together. We are a married couple, after all, and we should want to spend time together doing couple-y things, right?
So how did we spend our first weekend of non-gym, couple-y bliss? Friday night and Saturday morning were spent both cleaning up the hole that we call "home" and cooking... lots of cooking. And the cooking wasn't even for us. It was for a Kentucky Derby party at my parents' house Saturday afternoon and a wedding shower for my FSiL on Sunday.
To boot, since both of those were at my parents' house with the Derby event running late on Saturday and the setup for the shower starting early on Sunday, we spent the night there. The first time I've slept at their house since the night of September 24, 2001, the night before we moved into our first apartment together.
It was a bit odd sleeping there again. Especially since my old room wasn't even my old room, per se. After I moved out, my brother moved in. All the furniture in that room was the old stuff my brother transferred in there and didn't take to his place. Bro, I gotta tell ya, you have bad taste in beds. Gah. We slept like crap.
And Sunday, we didn't even get to spend time together. Being a bridal shower, us guys -- being my dad, his friend, and me -- made ourselves scarce. Not my choice, mind you. I would've helped out. But my dad wanted out and he wanted to hang out with me, which wasn't a problem, but I felt bad. So we went to his gym that morning and then played 18 holes of disc golf afterwards. Then it was coffee and lunch, another 18 holes of disc golf, and finally back home.
Oh yeah, we also got ice cream from the ice cream man. How weird was it to see three grown men buying ice cream from one of those ice cream trucks that you typically only see little kids running up to? Probably a bit strange.
Katie and I finally saw each other during the tear down of the shower and dinner at Applebee's after that. But we were wiped. We came home, unpacked, and attempted to watch the SNL 1990s special. We really just wound up crashing instead.
We had fun, yeah. But, so much for "we" time, eh?
