Candle Slights and Nose Pedals

This Ain’t Your Grandma’s Date Night.

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Our first date was pretty awesome, I had to pick him up in my 1989 white Buick Century because he didn’t have his driver’s license yet, I was his night and shining armor with my ‘white stallion’ (his words). He brought me flowers, white roses and Queen Anne’s lace (my favorite). We saw the original Ice Age in the theater (yes, we are that old), then we went out to dinner at Bennigan’s, where he spilled his drink all over himself. I was so elated this happened because I was usually the one making a mess and a fool, it was like he was taking one for the team. After we went and shot some pool, which I am terrible at and don’t really like, but it was something to do together. We liked being together right away, we enjoyed each others company. On the way home, we sang the whole soundtrack to the Mel Brooks film, Robin Hood: Men in Tights, a cappella. It was, for the most part, a generic date, it was just dinner and a movie, neither of us planned a spectacle or spectacular, but I guess that was part of the appeal. I am not a romantic, I don’t need some gesture or any grander to be swooned. We laughed a lot, we quoted movies, and sang stupid songs and were at total ease together. It just fit and I remember feeling that ‘ah’ moment, thinking, so this is what it’s supposed to be like. It really doesn’t matter where you go or what you’re doing, it is always about the person you’re with, the quality of the company.

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Our first date chariot, she was a beaut! 

When you are a band wife, you are on the go, you see a lot of places and do a lot of things. The Husband and I are always going out, we have been to restaurants, bars, bowling allies, venues, and so much more together. Of course, it is always a good time when we are together, but these are never a date night, he is always playing, schmoozing, and there is always a crowd around us and usually music so loud we must shout to be heard. Home is no different, we are always having a good time together but he is always practicing, we are schmoozing over our phones, and the kids are always around us (why are they always there, they never leave?!) and we are shouting over them to be heard. So, when the opportunity arises, like last night when all the stars aligned: I got out of work at a decent hour, he didn’t have practice, and it’s the kids’ spring break so they went north with Grandma. It was fated.

Did we go out and live it up? Not a chance, he is in a band, we do that all the time. We pulled a London broil out that morning and I made sure the kitchen was clean when he got home so we could cook a nice quiet dinner together. I love cooking with him, it’s one of those times when our hands are too busy for our phones and we can make a good connection; and it reminds me of how awesome it is to be married to a man that can cook better than me. I made a kick ass avocado salad to go with it and some french fries, a weird combo but it was all so damn good, and even better in the morning all fried up together with some eggs and toast (I will leave the recipe at the bottom for the salad, the fries and broil, your on your own, or you can ask The Husband the next time you see him).  We cracked open a few beers, and hung out, just us two. We did three of our favorite things together: food, laughing, and a little drinking. We decided we wanted some snacks and a movie but we had none (someone is a snackaholic in our house so it’s hard to keep them around… alright, it’s me) so we ran to our neighborhood Dollar General and giggled through the isles while we raided their shelves of Little Debbie’s, Twinkies Ice Cream, and popcorn. I am sure the cashier thought we were shopping for “art supplies” as well, but we don’t need any of the devils lettuce to make us this ridiculous, we are just naturally this cool. We headed home with our feast and curled up on the couch for more laughing with The Lonely Island Boys’ Michael Bolton’s Big, Sexy Valentine’s Day Special and a coffee table buffet of goodies. It was, once again, a perfect date. Just me, him, and waking up the next morning sore… from laughing, people, don’t be pervy (but seriously, that movie is that funny, if you haven’t watched it yet, get on The ‘Flix and do so)!

I like to think of myself as low maintenance, just give me some food, drinks, and make me laugh. Luckily, I have found the perfect companion for such, and I am a perfect companion for him because when you settle down with a musician your life is guaranteed to be a decent shit show. Band wives don’t have time to be high maintenance, so we take the time we can get with our musical interests and learn to be resourceful with what we are granted. I don’t ask for much, just good company… and food, and drinks. My secret to life.

As for my super easy avocado salad: it’s just 4 or 5 avocados, 4 or 5 tomatoes, 1/2 of a large red onion, juice of one lemon, a drizzle of red wine vinegar, and garlic salt and pepper to taste. Don’t let this fool you, I am by no means a good cook, just a hack job that has an amazing husband that can cook my pants off.

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Looks good, doesn’t it? Oh, and aren’t those guitar spoons bitchin’? We got them as a gift from a friend of ours, but if you think the musician in your life needs some you can get your pair of rockin’ spoons right here:

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Author: thebandwifelifeblog

I am a mother of two healthy, happy children, the wife of an amazingly talented and loving husband, a daughter, sister, and friend. Between working full time, keeping up with my kids and husbands activities I thought "Hey, why not start a blog, that's a crazy idea!" And here we are, tired, perpetually confused, and enjoying so much of life.

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