on monday travis had gotten a reimbursement check from work. driving home that night travis said, "i think we should take some of the money from the check and go on a date tomorrow." i think i lit up like a christmas tree!
"a real date? you and me?"
"well, no, i was thinking i could take someone out and you could take someone out."
okay ... i was kind of asking for that. still i couldn't stop smiling and travis was so sweet and started holding my hand.
normally i hold my hand up {picture a halting movement} when it comes to spending money. but you know what? i just couldn't do it this time. the idea of a real date with my love sounded wonderful!
we started talking about what we would do and where we wanted to go.
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well, as you know monday night and tuesday became a little crazy for us. our date night turned into movie night on the couch. {still one of our favorite things to do together}.
we pushed our date night to wednesday {last night}. we stayed at the office until after 6:00, and then headed out for our night on the town, just the two of us. we stopped for frozen custard at freckles and then headed across town. we were going to go to the aquarium, but then we decided that would be better for a saturday. in the end, we were going to go to the movie theater and watch a movie. {i know. not too exciting or out of the ordinary}, but we were out of the house, splurging on a little something together. of course, i would develop a horrendous stomach ache and find myself spending time in the public restroom at books a million {where we had stopped while waiting for our upcoming movie}. sorry for the overshare. when i was feeling a little better, we started back across town on the hunt for a particular book travis wants. not eight minutes into the drive, my stomach was killing me again! we made it to the library ... and i made my way to the restroom again. we closed down the library. it was ridiculous. by this point, we were terribly tired, and we headed home.
our date night is doomed.
on the drive home we heard "i had the time of my life" by patrick swayze and jennifer grey. travis turned it up and we were singing along. he said, "this kind of makes me want to see this movie," just as i was thinking the same thing. we listened to it a little longer and i said, "this should be our last dance of the night at the wedding." travis started laughing and said, "i knew you were going to say that." {will we, or won't we? who knows. the music part is one of the hardest things for me because music plays {no pun intended} a huge part in my life}.
we got home around 10-ish. amanda loves dirty dancing, so we called to see if we could borrow it. my uncle david was actually staying the night at the house, and as all of the bedrooms are occupied, he was going to sleep on the couch. we decided to head to amanda's instead.
she was doing laundry and was in and out of her apartment. we fixed macaroni and cheese ... and cuddled up on the couch once more to snuggle in front of the television. just the two of us.
so again, our date night may be doomed. the great part, though? i just like being with my boy, no matter what we're doing.
4 comments:
Awww. Cute last dance song! Do you know any of your other songs yet? That will be the hardest part for me to decide...Ryan said to leave the music to him, but I seriously don't know if I trust him....lol.
Well, when you ask about other songs, what exactly do you mean? Are you talking about songs to dance to? Ceremony songs?
eh - i trusted tim, and while there were some strange things in there, overall it was good... and honestly i didn't care (even though i thought i would). just make sure you mention the ones you can't live without and let him deal with the rest
and rhiannon - your date night sounded great, however ordinary it was (sometimes those are the best!) - dirty dancing, cuddling on the couch, and mac n cheese? sounds perfect to me!
i have soooo many songs that i want. i have a feeling that we won't get to play all of them. yes, there's that many! haha.
but what wer you talking about andy?
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