Monday, May 21, 2007

And Dad Let Me Take the Lexus

I am not an avid fan of the institution "Girls Night Out." GNO doesn't involve husbands and I rather like those people. I like my own first and foremost, but I probably like yours too and even if I don't he'll probably grow on me in a couple weeks time.

On Saturday night a GNO was ordered by a recently single-again friend. She had reserved a nice little bistro on Main Street in Park City. It is against my moral principles to turn down an opportunity to try a new culinary experience and so I replied via e-mail that "this GIRL would be there!"

Park City is about two weeks behind the Wasatch Front as it pertains to spring blooming. Lilacs were perfuming the air. A crabapple tree--dotted with white lights--hung over main street and diverted attentions. The moon was a skinny slice of crescent, topped with a shiny planet, swimming in a very dark sky. Needless to say, the town was infused with Romance (capital R).

It would've been an elect evening to share with a husband. I imagined strolling up and down Main with Chup by my side, enjoying the cool canyon breeze and stopping off at the Rocky Mountain Chocolate Factory for a caramel and chocolate dipped pretzel rod (Chup adores those puppies.)

The Bistro was very French looking. We sat at a long table stretched across the interior out to the front porch. Six of us Girls (plus a baby) looked at menus, discussed choices and ordered drinks. Our server came right quick to our table, and opened her night with the lines, "Hello ladies! I am Jules . . . and I am single too!"


"Not all of us are single." I responded wishing Chup were here ordering the pomme frits.

"Then hold on to him!" exclaimed Jules in my direction.

"I will," I smile "there is a lot of him to hold."

Newly Single Friend talks about a Pig Party she attended only hours before the official start time of GNO. A Pig Party needed an obvious explanation. As it turns out, it is an event where a pig is roasted on a spit and devoured with drinks and chips. When people of Polynesian descent throw these gigs it is called a Luau. When white guys roast a pig, it is called a Pig Party.

Orders are taken, Duck, Duck, Mussels, Salmon, Salmon and Pomme Frits.

There is talk of pregnancies, breasts, divorces, salary bargaining, cheating husbands, family planning, sick children who throw up on other people, proper strawberries and ultimately experiences that don't need to be shared on a public blog. Having covered all of these topics in two-and-a-half hours qualified our evening as certifiable, genuine and approved Girls Night Out.

I was the only person at the table without cleavage.


About the time the I was sharing a dark-chocolate lemon tarte my phone beeped. The text message read, "I miss you." I thought about Chup at home eating Del Taco and playing computer games. Del Taco is so gross.

There was talk of dancing after dinner, but we thought better since we had a baby amongst us. Dancing is a good way to work off a dinner inspired by the French though. Instead we strolled a bit more down Main Street. My phone beeped again, "I love you." Suddenly I was ready to leave.

It was a bit after 1 in the morning when I arrived home. Though the porch light was on, the house was dark. I washed my face and climbed into bed.

"How was your night?" a sleepy-voiced Chup asked.

"It was lovely. I am glad I went."

"Oh good." Rolling over, Chup gives me an all-encompassing bear hug. "I missed you all night."

After that we snuggled until falling asleep.

Clearly I've got the best of both worlds.



Like a Pig Party and a Luau.

31 comments:

mayday said...

That was tender. You can have the best of both worlds right? I think so. Sounds like you had an intriguing GNO, but you're right, it's always nice to come home.

sarah k. said...

It WAS lovely. Especially for a first-time GNO-er. I pointed out the Lexus on the way home from church, explained why it was different from our Honda Civic.

The man waited up for me, cause he missed me too. But I can't fully explain how badly I needed to get out.

And I forgot to tell you that your hair-do was the one I always wish I could to. Can't with no hair, though.

Christy said...

For me, GNO is a necessary part of appreciating what I have at home. I get some time to unwind, chat, and usually enjoy some tasty treat that I didn't have to prepare. Then, I'm ready to come home and enjoy just how sweet I've got it. Because it's true. My life it pretty darn sweet.

Justine said...

I can't really get into Girls Nights. I don't know why. I imagine my sweet hunk of man at home, trying to wrangle diapers and children and dinner and bedtime, and I just feel so, I don't know, amorous. Cuz he's just so willing to do it all and let me "get out". It makes me just want to go home and love on him.

And I see him too little as it is. I can hardly stand the thought of taking a much deserved break without him there also taking said break.

Maybe it's cuz that bald head of his is just so sexy. Who knows.

Kiki said...

I love GNOs, but I wish I had someone like Chup. I think it's just because of the way you write, though. However, I LOVE being single. I need a part-time lover.

b. said...

That melted my heart.
GNO makes me a better wife.

Kate Benson said...

Ahhh, Peeearrrfect!

*natalie* said...

i enjoy the girls night out, but i prefer lunch out. at night i want to be home with ethan.

i'll try not to show off my cleavage at lunch.

oh wait, i don't have any, so that shouldn't be a problem.

you are lucky to have the chup!

*Gu* said...

HEY! I saw that slice-O-moon you were talking about, but i wasn't in Park City, How'd that happen!?

Marilyn said...

You are THE best storyteller evah!
Oh, and your sis ain't too bad either. Her post today made me want to ditch a GNO and stay home with my hubby!

Katie said...

How sweet! I love that he texted and called you during dinner. I know how much boyfriends/husbands get sad when they are left behind for a GNO.

Lindsey said...

Every single time I go to a GNO, I am refreshed by how good it feels to be with just the gals, but about 1/2 hour into it, I'm missing my husband and wishing we'd forked out the cash to get a babysitter and gone somewhere just the two of us.

Chup is so great.

Sally said...

Don't you love it when the hubbies understand the need for GNO? The texting is soooo cute!

Thanks for a great post reminding me how lucky I am, too.

Tami said...

Cjane I could totally relate to this post and I have been married for almost 32 yrs. It gets better with age, like fine wine I guess, even though I don't drink it so how the heck would I know. Maybe then like cheese! Isn't it great to have someone you like/love so much that it is the best thing in life to spend time with them! And way to go Chup! You sexy thang!

AzĂșcar said...

Lovely, starry company for sure! I liked the pop culture quiz.

After you left, there was an Art Tour of Casa de AzĂșcar.

Last night I dreamed that Chup and I got into an argument over what kind of roofline is "really" cantilevered. He was trying to convince me that if a roof had supporting structure by basement columns then it wasn't "really" cantilevered.

Shhh, don't tell, I like Girls Night In just as much.

Ms. Garrett said...

Girls Night Out? That is the Facts of Life!

Elizabeth said...

Awh. I loved the text messages and the coming-home-greeting.

This post kind of corresponds with my little RPR (Reader Participation Request) that I just issued on my blog. Will you join in?

Elizabeth said...

p.s. I agree with Marilyn. :)

SusieQ said...

I think I like the IDEA of GNO better than the actual event. I get the invite and think it sounds like a lot of fun. But when it comes time to go, I often think I would rather just stay home and spend time with my family.

Cindy said...

I have to de-lurk here and say: It's not called a Pig Party. (Utahns!) It's a fine Southern tradition, and its proper title is a Pig Pickin'. In fact, one of my friends just got married and had a Pig Pickin' in lieu of a reception...

compulsive writer said...

You do. And I love you for it. Especially for your ability to appreciate it.

I went to a bona fide Luau Saturday night with my husband and it was soooooooo fine. Those Pacific Islanders know how to throw a good party, that's for sure.

Mrs. Bryant said...

Oh Chup . . .

I thought about your marriage this morning, actually, before heading off to work. I put on my wedding ring and I remembered something that Nie said to me when I got engaged and presented my ring to the family, "Oooo. That looks just like my sister C Jane's (real name subsituted) wedding ring." I felt so proud at that moment to resemble someone as cool as you. Congrats on getting yo'self a doting husband. Love that!

Jane-Jane said...

my hubby likes gno... he likes his cave time alone....and he loves to eat cereal for dinner, so he is a happy camper.

I love the text messaging... the first one might have made me run home for some snuggle time... after the second, I would have headed home! You are a blessed wife to have a husband that misses and loves you!

mister pink said...

Florence.

~cari~ said...

Girls night out? What's that? :)

Lindy said...

your chup is definitely a keeper. hold on to him tight, sister, he just might get translated!

Rachel said...

I resist GNO as much as possible. Meaning, I never plan a girls night out. I LIKE having the boys around. But I admit, whenever I do end up hanging out with just the girl, that is fun too.

tami said...

Could it be possible that the guys really like GNO and they just make us think they really miss us the way that kids throw fits when Mom leaves them so she knows they love her, but are just fine when she is gone? My guy likes to watch cops & detective shows when I am gone becuz he knows I deplore them. His guilty pleasure.

Emily said...

WAY cute hair!

Geo said...

There's cleavage and there's cleaving. Wish I had the former, but like you I'm awfully glad I've got the latter.

tiff-fay-fay said...

Although I'm LATE to this post, I have to say -- I WAS THE ONLY ONE WITHOUT CLEAVAGE!! My almost-B cups were really intimidated there :)

But I had an amazingly fun time and glad that you have the Chupster too... and he's always invited!!