ABC Dating...

Hi. My name is Kate and I like to date. My husband, that is. I like to date my husband. So, in honor of liking to date my husband, I decided to play a dating game.  And said husband agreed to play with me. Because we are nerds like that. Or something.

Years and years ago I read a book. Shocker, I know. And this book was a cheesy love story I picked up at the LaGuardia Airport in NYC on my flight back home. It went as most cheesy love stories go, but the premise of it stuck with me. The cheesy love story protagonist went on dates with the other cheesy love story protagonist according the the ABC's. Cheesy.

So, I knocked off the cheesy love story ABC dating game. Because I do weird things like that.

I will explain to you how the game goes, because I am sure you cannot figure it out by yourselves. I started the game with an A date last week. Then Jake had to come up with a B date this week. And C will be mine next week. And then D will be Jake's. Got it? I think you get it.

Each week has to be a surprise. The other "datee" doesn't know what we are doing until Monday arrives. Why Monday? Because Monday is date night. [Wait, what? Monday is date night? What a random day for a date night!] It's true. I agree. Monday is a stupid date night. But Monday happens to be the only night Jake and I have off of work together. So...Monday is date night.

And so, on Monday's, we date. Each other. According to the ABC's. Cheesy.

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Monday, July 1st, 2013.

A is for...Arcade.

Yes, A is for Arcade. It's fine, we are little kids at heart. And c'mon, the place is cool enough to have its own "Out of my way, I'm going to Outer Limits Fun Zone" bumper sticker. That alone makes it date night worthy. We played two rounds of Mini Glow in the Dark Golf and then spent the rest of the night blowing through mounds and mounds of tokens. I pretty much dominated in Mini Bowling while Jake kicked my trash in Air Hockey. And get this - Jake KILLED me in Dance Dance Revolution. My husband, he's got mad dance skills. Who knew. We finished the night with pockets full of tickets to spend on our prizes. Instead of splurging our winnings on the big stuffed snake with the creepy eyes, we saved our tickets for the niece and the nephew. I know, we are too kind. You're welcome, B and J. 

Monday, July 8th, 2013

B is for...BBQ and Baseball

For Jake's B night, he invited a bunch of his high school buddies and their wives/girlfriends/fiances over for a good old fashioned backyard BBQ. Except, let's be real, we have yet to get a backyard worth BBQ'ing in. So we improvised with a good old fashioned living room BBQ. It works. It was a fun night of boys reminiscing about the good ol' days and the girls rolling their eyes about the good ol' days. Fun for all. I felt extremely awkward asking everyone to pose for a picture I could post on the blog about our ABC date night. So instead, I creeped around our kitchen wall and snapped a cell phone pic without anyone noticing. Thus the blurriness.  We finished the night with gossip time for the wives/girlfriends/fiances while the boys threw around the baseball in our less than perfect backyard. Quadruple date night success. 

[And just because I know my phone will ring any minute - Mom, they are drinking Apple Beer. Purely non-alcoholic. Promise.] 

The End.