Friday night found us at home, with Phil at the computer and me in the kitchen, putting away dishes and trying to scare up something for dinner. Lest you all think Phil is a slacker, he was actually being helpful and putting together a new gym playlist for me because, confession: I do not know how to download music onto my iPod (I know, right? I can teach myself HTML, but I cannot find my way around iTunes to save my life).
I would periodically call out "yes" or "no", while he played snippets of songs based on my high-maintenance parameters: Must have a good bass line! Must not be too dance-y! Must promote motivational, anger-induced gym sessions along the likes of my all time favorite song to jump start every workout: Lose Yourself (the clean version).
While he is sifting through his music archives, we are metaphorically packing our bags and taking a trip down memory lane; it's crazy how music can catapult you back in time, where each of your five senses are engaged and memories are vivid. So many times he would let a song play at length while we basked in memories of the early days, when we were much younger and our cares and responsibilities were few. We found ourselves laughing and dancing and reminiscing about those crazy-late, "clubbing" nights in San Francisco that did not begin until midnight. And back then, neither of us would have ever guessed that years later, we would find ourselves married, in our home on a Friday night at 7:43 pm, dancing in PJ's while multi-tasking. Me, with a spatula in one hand and a plate in the other, and Phil, pen poised and ready to sign off on tax papers (when did we become so domesticated?!). We are lost in the moment and Going Back to Cali; Phil is bobbing his head to the music, and I am dancing around the kitchen like the carefree chick in the video (ugh - did I really just go there?) and when the song finally ends, Phil turns to me with a grin and asks:
"Baby, we were cool once, right?"
I like to think that we still are. Old, maybe, but still together, and I think that makes us pretty cool.
Love this! It just sounds all too familiar....and WE ARE STILL COOL!!! lol :)
ReplyDeleteLove it... And love you.... And love you two together. Always such an inspiration :)
ReplyDeleteYou two are adorable:)
ReplyDeleteUm, you live in Hawaii. Those are automatic cool points. But seriously - I really love this post. It shows how nice your life is. Time with your husband, tons of crazy memories to share, and making new memories together. You are doing it, girl!
ReplyDeleteEven cooler now.
ReplyDeleteThat sounds like a wonderful Friday night!
ReplyDeleteSounds like a great night in hanging with your hubby. I love how music can transport us right back in time to some of our best memories. My husband and I always say "Remember when..." when certain songs come on that remind us of our early relationship or when we moved across the country to start our lives together.
ReplyDeleteSounds like the perfect date night to me! I can hardly believe that I once stayed out to 2 am tons and tons of weekends only a few years ago. Now I can barely keep my eyes open past 10-11 at night! The sad thing is, I am totally okay with that! Sleep is more important than anything else! :) haha
ReplyDeleteYou guys are cool NOW!
ReplyDeleteI love reading about y'alls adventures and the love you two have for each other.
Sounds like the perfect Friday night to me. :)
What are you talking about? You're still cool :)
ReplyDeleteDear Angie,
ReplyDeleteJust found your blog. What a bright spot, and thanks for bringing back memories of my years in beautiful Hawaii!! Your post was great reading and I wanted to reach out and shake you two lovely people and say NO you are NOT OLD!! LOL It is me and MY man that are old...we were high school sweethearts that recently re-found each other and 38 years later, we are back together and in love as much (ok, more so) as when we were 15.
You two are simply adorable. God blesses us so very much with love!