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Dream Date

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by Richard

I am not the most reliable person when it comes to dates. I seem to compartmentalize my life. Young dude stuff is over there. She Who Must Be Obeyed’s stuff is over on that other side. My important days are on that side. Sometimes I remember to look at them all together, but don’t count on it.

Which makes for the fact that I’m in charge of schedules all the stranger.

Which might go a long way toward explaining why, when I bought tickets for Dreamgirls, a musical, as a birthday present for my wife, known to me as She Who’s Thirst For Blood Musical Theater Must Be Quenched, I ended up going to see the thing with Hyper Lad as my date.

What I didn’t realize when I bought the non-refundable, non-transferrable tickets, was that She Who Must Swim, Bike And Run, would be gone that weekend on her latest half-Iron Man triathlon. I had the extra ticket and, since no one I knew was interested in subjecting themselves to the show, I had to use them.

Both Sarcasmo and Zippy the Monkey Boy laughed in exactly the way condemned dudes don’t when I asked if they wanted to go. Hyper Lad, on the other hand, was excited and couldn’t wait for the show date to arrive.

Normally, when play night is date night, we go somewhere nice before the show to have a bit to eat. Hyper Lad and I did the same thing. Since I let him choose the place, we just had different definitions of nice. My pre-show dinner was at Chéz Jack, a.k.a. Jack in the Box. It was especially enjoyable when Hyper Lad began opining on the virtues of the late oughts Dr. Pepper vintages. The kid knows his cokes.

We went straight to the theater from there. I think Hyper Lad might have had more fun going through the parking deck than he did at the show and he really enjoyed the show. His eyes were huge when we walked into the lobby, staring at the circular staircase leading down to the floor seats, checking out the chandelier in the center of the lobby. No matter that we’d just had a filling, delicious bit of the culinary arts just minutes before, we also had to stop by the snack stand for the traditional bag of peanut M&M’s.

He was almost worn out, and that was all before we even walked in to see the stage and find our seats. But that’s a story for tomorrow.

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