The best part of our horrible Zipcar experience for the Valentine’s date was that nothing unites a couple like a mutual enemy. By the time we had both made multiple phone calls to customer service, wiped the grease off his sweater, watched a lot of bad t.v. waiting for roadside assistance, and decided we were going to waste away without dinner, we had fully bonded in the misery of our broken Zipcar.
Once we did get on the road at 10:30 or so, we searched for food and shoveled in what we could. Then, in the interest of finding something to do out of the usual, we stopped by a friend’s bar in the burbs. He is like the unofficial mayor of the tiny town near the bar, coaches a soccer team, and was thrilled to see us out of dowtown, shaking hands and showing off his little place. We stayed for an hour or so and hit the road again. The fiance’s honorary aunt has an after hours club, so we popped down and played annoying slow tunes on the jukebox, driving everyone off the dance floor but us. It was revoltingly adorable, bless our hearts.
We made it home after five a.m. crawled onto the couch and promptly crashed until he had to leave for work today. I joined him on a walk in the sunshine and dropped him at work, headed off for coffee and returned to the couch for recovery pad thai and Kathy Griffin on Bravo. One load of dishes and I’m off to bed again. If I can keep up our mutual hatred for a few days, this could be quite a romantic weekend….