Boatman and I have long been advocates of Date night; Friday night has been a somewhat sacred evening in our home for the last, I’m not sure how many years. On Fridays, the kids are fed early and herded to bed, (or another room in the house), and Boatman and I pretend that we are single people who choose to stay at home with a bottle of wine and take out, instead of hitting the town. I’ve often wondered if we would be the same if we were, in fact single people with all the options at our disposal. Thankfully, we were about to find out.
Now you would imagine, being the date night devotees that we are, that when faced with the prospect of an ENTIRE night alone — the first in almost ten years I might add — we would rock that opportunity like the first childless couple on the planet.
Just keep imagining — it’s better than the real story.
It all started when we were asked to attend a conference for church in Whyalla. For those not in the know, Whyalla is town about two and half hours north-east of us, which boasts a steel factory, a shopping plaza with a food court (a very exciting thing in these parts), and a Hungry Jacks and Macdonalds. Oh, and a church conference on this particular weekend.
And that’s about it.
While Port Lincoln is full of hills and ocean views at every turn (literally — you can’t go anywhere without seeing the ocean in Lincoln), Whyalla is flat and always looks hot. Even in winter. It’s weird. But they do have a full sized Target and some very nice people, so it’s not a complete loss for them.
Anyway, because it was a reasonable drive to get there, and we had to be there by ten am, our proposed babysitters (let’s call them surrogate grandparents), suggested that it would be easier if the kids slept over at their place, as opposed to being dropped off at ridiculous o clock in the morning. And seeing the opportunity for a night completely child-free for the first time in nearly a decade, we agreed with joy, and began planning for an actual date night. It was exhilarating.
The planning that is.
The thing is, we’ve tried this before; just the once, but still. Ava wouldn’t play ball, and our night for two turned into a night for three. It was awesome. (Insert sarcasm font.)
We’ve also attempted many times, to go out for an evening and have someone watch the kids. It’s worked on occasion. Other times we’ve had to cancel or end the night prematurely due to tears or illness. In other words, there’s a reason why stay at home date nights are our thing.
So when Ava came down with the cough to end all coughs (slight exaggeration) on Wednesday night, I gave up. Date night would not be happening. It would be just like all the other times.
Thankfully, due to a complete miracle, the cough disappeared, and Friday morning she was fine. It was back on, and hope was renewed. And then it was BJ’s turn. He wasn’t sick, but he was desperate to make his footy game. And seeing as it has been an entire season of dragging him there, and he’s just now decided he likes it, and they’re only about two games left, we felt the need to support this new-found enthusiasm. It just meant that date night would start late.
But it would start.
So at 8:20 Friday evening, Boatman and I left our tiny humans and headed into town to paint it red.
Except that we forgot we lived in a tiny town, and Friday night in Port Lincoln is as quiet as Monday night in most other places. It was probably even more happening in Whyalla.
After examining all of the options available to us, and realising that neither of us really wanted to be around lots of people (not that there really were lots of people to be around), we agreed on getting our favourite date night take away and heading home. Of course, they were closed. It was eight-thirty on Friday night after all. #welcometothecountry
And so we did what any couple would do, when faced with the possibility of adult alone time for the first time in years: we bought cheap wine, KFC and went home to watch old episodes of Upper Middle Class Bogan. Because we are classy like that.
Almost classy enough for Whyalla. (BTW that’s a much funnier joke if you live on the Eyre Peninsula. I think I’m hilarious right now. 🙂 )
If nothing else, our raging child-free night proved that even without kids, we are pretty much the same, so it’s good to know we aren’t settling. It’s also given us a bit of a trial run for our ten year wedding anniversary in a few weeks.
Now we know just how vital it is to order take out before 8:30. 😉
Do you have a regular date night?
Are you party animals like us?
Anyone ever visited Whyalla?