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Tuesday was Teri's birthday. She drove up with Sebastian and my parents watched him while we went out for dinner and a movie.
We went to the Longhorn Steakhouse (it was what she wanted). While we were waiting for our food to come, we talked about what movie we'd see.
Now, we haven't gone to more than two movies in any one YEAR since Sebastian was born. The only one we've been to this year was "Pride and Prejudice", and you can guess who picked that one (hint: not me). P&P wasn't bad, actually, but it was a chick flick and so I made the obligatory jokes ("I think I'm starting to ovulate!").
Normally it would have been my turn to pick a movie, but since it was Teri's birthday I let her choose. She'd been talking about seeing "Memoirs of A Geisha", which I gather would probably have caused me to start menstruating immediately.
So we're sitting at the table, and she mentions that "Memoirs of A Geisha" is only being shown in select cities, and is NOT at the theater we were going to. I immediately clasped my hands prayerfully, raised my eyes to the ceiling, and said as gratefully as I could "Thank You!".
"Wait a minute," said Teri, well aware that I'm an atheist, "just who are you thanking?"
For a fraction of a second I scrambled, mentally. I'd been joking, of course. But ironically enough, help came to me from Above.
"Him!" I said, pointing to the enormous horned black bull head which was mounted on the wall directly above our table.
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Hmm. I guess it's funnier if you've been to the Longhorn, and know the decor.
We went to the Longhorn Steakhouse (it was what she wanted). While we were waiting for our food to come, we talked about what movie we'd see.
Now, we haven't gone to more than two movies in any one YEAR since Sebastian was born. The only one we've been to this year was "Pride and Prejudice", and you can guess who picked that one (hint: not me). P&P wasn't bad, actually, but it was a chick flick and so I made the obligatory jokes ("I think I'm starting to ovulate!").
Normally it would have been my turn to pick a movie, but since it was Teri's birthday I let her choose. She'd been talking about seeing "Memoirs of A Geisha", which I gather would probably have caused me to start menstruating immediately.
So we're sitting at the table, and she mentions that "Memoirs of A Geisha" is only being shown in select cities, and is NOT at the theater we were going to. I immediately clasped my hands prayerfully, raised my eyes to the ceiling, and said as gratefully as I could "Thank You!".
"Wait a minute," said Teri, well aware that I'm an atheist, "just who are you thanking?"
For a fraction of a second I scrambled, mentally. I'd been joking, of course. But ironically enough, help came to me from Above.
"Him!" I said, pointing to the enormous horned black bull head which was mounted on the wall directly above our table.
...
Hmm. I guess it's funnier if you've been to the Longhorn, and know the decor.