Matt and I hardly ever go out just the two of us. It's not that we don't want to (although both of us do have slight homebody tendencies), or that we feel uncomfortable leaving our kids with babysitters. Truthfully, we are just lazy. Too lazy to find somebody we trust to babysit, and even if we do happen to find someone, we're usually too lazy to actually call them up to schedule them. So, when grandparents come to town, Matt and I get very excited at the prospect of actually leaving the house together kid-free and we tend to go on dating binges.
My mom is in town right now, which means we are currently in the middle of one of those binges. Last Friday night, we went to see the new Batman movie. Aside from taking Ella to see Horton Hears a Who, we haven't been to a movie since last December. Since this was only the third weekend of The Dark Knight's release, and it's been making ridiculous amounts of money, we were worried that the show would either be sold out or that we wouldn't get good seats. So we made sure to get to the theater early, picking up a sandwich to eat while we waited in the theater instead of eating dinner in a restaurant like a normal couple would.
We got there 45 minutes before show time, and while Matt stood in line to buy a drink, I quickly walked to our theater to save our seats. I walked in, and as I scanned the sea of chairs discovered that I was the only person in the entire theater. Just me, myself and I. When Matt walked in a few minutes later and found me sitting alone, with my feet kicked up on the chair in front of me, casually reading the magazine I had stashed in my bag (and did I mention that I was all alone?), he doubled over in laughter. And that was when the full realization of our lameness hit me, and I too started laughing until tears were streaming down my face.
And the first thing that came to mind after I regained my composure was how mad I was that I didn't have my camera to take a picture of us, alone in the massive theater.
Yeah, we don't get out much.