Ok, so a little context is probably in order. Stacy and I are, in fact, married, so I am using the term "first date" a little liberally on this. I mention that in the first couple of lines in case anyone is reading this and thinking about calling Stacy to figure out when the big divorce is. Married life is good.
Anyway, Stacy and I headed up to the city for the 4th of July. We were going to be hanging out with our good friends Tom and Suz (Stacy refers to them as Suz and Tom, because the women like to put the women first, but I am writing this blog).
Anyway, we were just going to hang out in the Sunset at their place and drink a little wine and maybe get a little silly. By the way, I think it is a farce that they can even put the word "Sun" in the name "Sunset". I have been there just a few times, but I swear it is where sunshine goes to die. It felt like a bad 'B' movie with all that fog.
Anyway, Tom and Suz (or Suz and Tom if you are a woman reading this) have Guitar Hero. I had never played, but everyone talks about it, so we fired the old Wii up. It was fun enough that I ended up interrupting Stacy and Suz (Suz and Stacy if you are Tom), who were talking in the kitchen. It went a little something like this, "Stacy, can we go get Rock Band?"
Woah. Rewind. So earlier in the day, Stacy and I had talked about possibly buying Rock Band for ourselves (no, we don't own a Wii yet, or didn't anyway). We wanted to have it at our party on August 2 to celebrate our wedding (see previous blog entries if this is new to you). We thought it would be a fun after-hours kind of thing at the party. Anyway, we had talked earlier on the 4th and had explicitly decided not to buy Rock Band or the Wii just yet. It didn't feel right.
Flash forward. There I am, sheepishly asking my wife if we can buy a game for a system we do not even own, just so we can play it that night with Tom and Suz. Long story short, 35 minutes later, I stroll into the place with a big Rock Band box.
Oh my God. It was awesome. It was better than awesome. It was amazingly awesome. No, better yet. It was fantastically amazingly awesome with a little side of awesome salad and an awesome ice cream for dessert. Seriously, I thought I had lived, but I realized what I had been doing wasn't living at all. Well, that might be overstating it, but it was pretty flippin' sweet.
So we played most of the night - drums, guitar, a little singing. I drank a lot of wine, and our good hosts indulged me. Stacy ended up on the couch with Chloe (yeah, we brought our lovely puppy). We finally went to bed around 1am or whenever it was.
So we wake up the next morning, and I told Stacy I wanted the Wii earlier, because I had to play it at our house. We talked about it some, and let's be honest here - I am kind of a bit obsessive about this kind of stuff. She was worried that I would be playing this damn thing all day, every day for the rest of our lives. She might be right. So we agreed that I get 2 weeks to be obsessive over it. It is my own little Get Out of Jail Free card - for the next 2 weeks anyway.
Long story short, a few hours and a Craig's List ad later, and we were at home with the Wii playing Rock Band. So the next time you come over, you can just call our house the Casbah. And, oh yeah, I will be rockin' it.
In the immortal words of Jon Bon Jovi, "I've seen a million faces, and I've rocked 'em all!" Let us all reflect on those words, for we are all cowboys in our own rights.
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