OH, WHAT A NIGHT!

I love to go out with my hubby....especially if we get to have a babysitter, too! WOOHOO! A night out with my man, SANS CHILDREN....those are the nights memories are made of. And this past Saturday night was no different.

My hubby and I have known each other since the first grade. I'm not saying that in the mushy, fairy tale way in which some girls/ladies/women might say (with a tear in her eyes) "I have loved you since the day I was born." Sniff, sniff, hack, cough, gag. No....we sat across the room from each other in our first grade classroom...and 2nd grade...and 3rd....and on and on until the day we graduated high school.

That being said, we have a lot of memories to talk about and remember together. And on top of that, we are just very good friends....LIFELONG friends. We look forward to going out, not just for the romance of it all, but just to get together and hang out as best friends. We laugh and talk and tease each other.

So this past Saturday, we went to a really great restaurant - Texas de Brazil. We managed to stop eating before we had to loosen our britches. Not wanting to call the night done so early, we went to a pub. DH had researched and found one that has been around a long time. They happened to have live music that night, so we decided to go in, sit and enjoy each other and the atmosphere.

We got there early. (Remember, we are "older" and have 4 kids, so we do have to be home early enough to make sure everyone is rested enough for church the next day.) We got there a bit before the music started. No problem. We just sat and visitied. We talked about old friends and what they were doing. We wondered what the music would be like. We discussed the possibility of the bare area in the corner being a makeshift dance floor. We talked about our plans for the week and when he would be flying out next. We started to look around. We started to notice the people coming in.

First off, let me lay this disclaimer out there. I do not consider myself a "homophobe." I don't think I can be as I don't really know anyone who prefers....oh to put this mildly.

At one point we looked around and out of about 60 people, there APPEARED to be only 10 that.....um......"rolled" in the way God intended.

Now lest I step on any toes, please know that I totally think "THAT" is wrong. I DON'T think one is born "THAT" way. But at the same time, I don't "hate."

By the end of the evening, it was funny. We had a lot of jokes about it. I didn't go to the bathroom during the intermission because I was afraid that I might be tempting to someone. I really didn't want to be hit on in the women's bathroom. DH had nothing to worry about....as most of the "males" in the joint were, in fact, female by nature.

Don't get me wrong. DH did NOT take me to a gay bar. It just so happened that one of the acts was a singer...a good one, to be quite honest...who happened to be as squirly as the day is long!

We ended up leaving about 10:30...not because of the stares I was getting.....I like to think that they were taken aback by my natural beauty. Instead, I think that since we were one of the only heterosexual couples in the place, that we were more or less the "comic relief" in the place.

Either way, we had a good time....and I got something to blog about.