We are very lucky. We get to look forward to one night a week to get away from our kids, our lives and catch a glimpse of what it was like before we had kids. I look back fondly on those days, because they were filled with meals in interesting places, movies (I love movies, especially in the movie theater. It cant be beat.), trips with no agendas and making business contacts (Hubby, not me. I would just twiddle my fingers and smile in the right places).
Last night on our ho-hum date night, it hit me I have agenda when we go out. I want good food, a good movie and to be home early so I can wake up and fulfill my responsibilities the next day. I am always hurried, watching the clock waiting for George to get home. Being annoyed when he doesn’t show up at a reasonable time, to insure that we will eat dinner in time and see an appropriate timed movie. Yes, I am a planner and I need to know what will happen next. It does cause a lot of undue stress, which at this point is something I don’t need more of.
I had told George that morning that, yes, I will agree to go to the shooting range and learn to shoot a gun. He has been bugging me about it for awhile and I figured there was no movie out there that I just had to see, so why the hell not. His business associate even brought a couple of smaller guns for me to try. I need to find the one I can handle, you know. Something that will fit my frame.
This is not my idea of great fun. First, guns scare me. Mainly, because I think that if the user doesn’t know what they are doing they can either kill themselves or someone near by. It is not like you accidentally trip someone and say, “Sorry.” You get me, you kill me. Okay a little over dramatic, but you get the point. Second, I hate loud noises. I think the loud noise scares me more than anything else. Third, those shells come flying out and are HOT. I really don’t want to be burned. George has come home on several occasion to little burns from shells being lodged in place they should not be lodged.
I kept my end of the deal. I entered the small shooting range and stood there stiff waiting for the other shooter to just shoot, already. I think anticipating when the next cannon shot would be heard was worse than actually being in that room dodging flying shells. There were many problems with the only shooting range open on a Monday until 8pm: It was small. So small that I think my closet is bigger. The size did not help with the noise, I think it intensified it. Then there was the skating on previous shooters discarded shells. Damn, can no one get a broom in there and clean up? Last, the kids (yes, kids) working the store and range. They did not give me any faith that they could do anything to help in the event of a crazed patron. I am a little nervous when in a retail store and all patrons and employees have a gun. Yeah, it was not my ideal shopping experience. I saw many patrons that gave me cause to worry. There was one with the eyes of a serial killer or, at the least, a man with serious secrets in his basement and he worked there in some capacity. There was a young girl (Okay, maybe late teens, early twenties, but remember I am using my cane at this point.) playing some game on the computer that sounded like many a cartoon from Nick Jr. I bet she ran home that night to catch, That’s So Raven. Yeah, not someone I want at my local gun store and shooting range. And some guy behind the counter that looks like if he didn’t take up guns he would be left to lotion and a well worn Hustler. You know just first impressions.
After being in the little room for about 5 minutes, I had to leave. I couldn’t take the smell of burnt gunpowder, the cannon like noise (Yes, we were wearing eye and ear protection. I cant imagine how loud it would be without headphones.) and the flying shells. Do you get that those things scare me? I am thinking that they scared me more than the bullets. I left and waited for George to finish shooting. Hey, the range closed in 30 minutes, I figured I could give him that amount of time to “practice”.
We grabbed some dinner at a local bar. Now, some may say, Yuck, a bar? We are in New Orleans and some local bars have better food than some restaurants. I will give the Swamp Room 3 stars for their cheeseburger and cheese fries. I guess hubby wasn’t watching his cholesterol, last night. We sat and played the million and one games available on the table top video screen and just basically relaxed. It is a shame when George turned to me and asked where the naked Photo Hunt. It was more of a shame, because I was thinking the same thing. No, there was no alcohol consumed, because that is not how we roll. We don’t mind if others partake, but we prefer to have our full faculties available to us. We have learned too many times that we are not drinkers.
What to do? What to do? The best stop was coming up and it was all on a whim. I wanted to see the baby room that our friends are preparing for their addition. I know, I am a girl and an old mom one at that. I enjoy those things. So on the spur of the moment, I called them up and asked if we could stop by. I was fully prepared to bribe her with ice cream. Luckily, we didn’t have to pay the frozen admission.
We saw the room, and then we just talked. Once you have kids and more responsibilities you care to think about, just talking with friends becomes a lost art. During single and childless days, that was how many afternoon, evenings were spent. Now, most times there are kids to scold and hurriment to get home for naps or bedtime. There is not just sit down and chat awhile. I hear those days come back when the kids are much older, but that seems like a lifetime away.
We laughed and carried on like there was not a care in the world until reality snapped us all to our senses. I was tired from being awoken by a loud, annoying beep from our alarm every 5 minutes the night before and there was a 7 month pregnant woman that has just entered the realm of you will never sleep again for the next year plus. So we had to bid our farewells, after watching some guitar video game that I was confused by, and return to our lives. However, in that short 2 hour period life was bliss. For that moment, I was able to let go and relax. I need more moments like that in my life, there are so hard to come by these days.
I would like to say, because the husband does read my blog, that this was a good date night, BUT I still enjoy dinner and a movie. It was nice to do something different, but next week will be business as usual. Just so you know.