Date Night

I can hear the oil crackling in the skillet. I smell chicken.

My wife is cooking. I ask: How cool is that?

Let me entertain you with a secret: My wife can't cook.

Well, I shouldn't say "can't" cook--she's learning. So, she's out there slaving away, cooking a wonderful dinner for her husband on our date night.

Fajitas.

Don't they sound good? I can't wait. She's out there cooking, dancing along to the radio and making dinner for our date night.

Finally. Date night.

Ever since my return from Saipan, we've been jet setting around like P. Diddy and his entourage. We've been having dinner with family or friends each night for the past two weeks. So, tonight is our first night to be together--just us.

Finally. Date night.

Shhh...she doesn't know it, but we're going to watch Top Gun.

Tom Cruise and Val Kilmer in their prime--not that I'm jealous of competition or anything. But c'mon, who doesn't love seeing the tension between Ice Man and Maverick? By the way, when do I get a cool call sign? Hmm...something to discuss during date night.

Fajitas and Top Gun. There couldn't be a better way to spend our first date night together in a month.

In the immortal words of Maverick and Goose: "I feel the need....the need...for speed!"