Saturday Night

Saturday we had the babysitting crew come in, and were able to go to dinner and a movie.

The dinner was at Arby's.   Needless to say, this wasn't our first choice or the hundredth - it was the only choice - given the time constraints and theater proximity.  There are some relatively healthy choices on their menu, relative to fast food.  Luckily, neither of us are on a low sodium diet. 

Dinner was uneventful, fast and filled with an unfamiliar silence.   There were no outbursts.  No one threw anything off the table or started crying.  

Cindy picked the movie.   It was about a bunch of unhappily married couples that all happen to find wedded bliss after 90 minutes of comic mishap in the Caribbean.  The theater next door was showing an incomprehensible action film about giant robots with consciousness, that turn into cars - which was only slightly more believe able.  

We both liked the movie, but agreed that it was no 'Sarah Marshal'.  The movie was just right for the evening, since my movie choice would have had us discussing Capitalism and how the workers can gain back the means of production on the drive home.   It might have changed the overall vibe of the evening.

We went home to find Lily being laid into the crib an hour earlier than she's usually put there.   She was worn out from leading the grandparents around, and would wind up sleeping, without complaint, till 6am.

That was Saturday night.