Marcus and I were blessed with an unexpected date night on Saturday. We'd arranged for a sitter and made plans to see the one-act play festival at the college. All five plays were directed by students that one or both of us have in class this semester. The festival was in our small black-box theatre, which only holds about 50 seats, so you have to get there early if you're going to get in. We had faculty seats on reserve, but when we went to pick them up, we noticed one of the actors' parents at the box office. The parents had driven in from out of town, but hadn 't made it there in time to get tickets. So we gave them ours and made arrangements to attend on Sunday.
Armed with a rare dose of free time, we headed to the movies. Everything we were interested in seeing had already started, and we weren't about to stand on the sidewalk any longer with every young girl in town waiting to see OMGHANNAHMONTANA!!!!!!!!!, so we jumped on our internet phones and found ourselves....a mini golf course!!! I cannot believe I've lived in this area for 8 months and had NO IDEA there was a mini golf course just a few miles from our house. A little history: I LOVE MINI GOLF. I am also VERY BAD at it. But it's fun and Marcus humors me when we go on vacation and always finds a course for us to play. It was so much fun to do something goofy like that, leaving our day-to-day business behind and laughing together. I even got a hole in one (miracle of miracles) on hole 17, which earned me a free game! And even though Marcus kicked my butt as far as scoring was concerned, he has let me gloat endlessly about my miraculous hole in one.
I realized recently that a chapter of our lives that I enjoyed very much has come to an end. Marcus and I are both planners. A lot of our early days together were spent talking about where we wanted to end up in our lives. Once we got married, we talked constantly about where we wanted to live, the babies we would someday have and the stable jobs in academia we longed to find. We have now reached the point where we have the baby of our dreams, we're in a town we love and we have the jobs we've always hoped for. We don't daydream about those things anymore. It's a little sad to let that go, but so sweet to have it be our reality. (Gah, with the bad grammar...actually, wait, I think my grammar's ok. Nevermind.) Now our daydreaming revolves around vacations, home-improvement, work-related goals, golden retrievers and sometimes, retirement. We've come a long way from those college students we used to be.
I'm not sure I've ever told my blog audience about the first time I was pretty sure I loved Marcus. We were in college in tiny Ruston, Louisiana, where there is nothing wholesome to do after dark but go to Super Walmart and Huddle House. So, off we went. After stocking up on pasta and ramen, we stopped off in the music section of Walmart to peruse the discount CDs. Marcus picked up a collection of Jose Feliciano covering tunes like "Light My Fire" and "Ain't No Sunshine." When we got into the truck to head to Huddle House for some late-night breakfast action, he popped in the CD. I politely tolerated it. Then, suddenly, I heard the familiar strains of "La Bamba" start. "This might be ok," I thought to myself. Suddenly, Marcus burst into song, singing the lyrics in PERFECT SPANISH. (He doesn't speak Spanish. At. All.) He did his best Mariachi dance while driving and sang the entire song. I almost piddled on my seat, I was laughing so hard. When we arrived at our greasy destination, I asked "How in the world do you know those lyrics?" Apparently, Marcus had sung "La Bamba" as a solo in show choir. SHOW CHOIR. And he had done so wearing a mariachi shirt with RAINBOW SLEEVES. (Please, oh, please, let there be a video of this floating around my mother in law's house...) That same year in show choir, he also sang George Michael's "Father Figure," which I still require him to perform each year on my birthday.
How could I not love this man?
Goofiness makes even the 23rd Street subway stop bearable.
I leave you with some of the most beautiful song lyrics I've ever heard, from a musical I worked on several years ago. Chay Yew wrote The Long Season, a story of a Filippino immigrant coming to Alaska to start a new life for himself. There, he finds and loses love. My favorite song from the show is called "If You Are Not Mine." My favorite line, which very much applies to my own marriage, is this:
You're the one, the one I require
You're the one, my heart's only one desire
You are my one.
You may now close my blog and gag from the sappiness. ;)