Look no further for evidence of my excellent taste in spouses (at least recent ones) than my plans for this evening. For my birthday Oodgie signed me up for a craft beer and artisanal cheese class, which I'll be attending tonight.
Let me say that again, so I can savor the sound of it: craft beer AND artisanal cheese.
For me, that's the rough equivalent of fabulous wealth and a "happy ending."
Oodgie's keen powers of perception picked up on my love of delicious specialty beers. Perhaps it was the way I close my eyes and wipe a tear from my cheek after each mouth-watering, soul-quenching sip, or the way I'd pet the glass or bottle and whisper softly, "I love you."
She's also noticed that when the 6-year aged Gouda, the Humboldt Fog, or--dream of dreams--the Gorgonzola appears on party platters, the shadowy figure in the corner double-fisting crackers stacked with inch-thick hunks of each bears a striking resemblance to me.
The genius of combining the two cannot be over-stated. I'm happier than Flavor Flav in a costume shop.
Now I've got less than two months to top that for Oodgie's birthday. Internet, I need your help.
My lack of romantic sensibilities has legendary status in our home. My idea of a romantic evening is a bottle of wine and laser tag. I'm not a complete ignoramus (yes, yes, sparkly jewelry, spa treatments...I know about all those) but I could use a little creative spark to help come up with something good.
So, do you have any ideas? Let me know!
Spa, spa or spa. Heaven.
Posted by: Wendy | October 18, 2006 at 03:05 PM
Wow, how do you think she'd feel about marrying me? That's a cool gift.
I wouldn't mind a spa visit, personally. What I'd like the most, and I know this sounds sad, is a perfectly clean empty house for a few hours, followed by a night out with my honey. I'd also like a gift certificate for botox (DANGER- don't give that to a woman unless she's specifically asked for it and then hand it over with a "I don't know why you need this in the first olace, you look perfect to me).
happy shopping!
Posted by: Kara | October 18, 2006 at 04:11 PM
I just notice you're "Screw the Davinci Code" book section. Great title!
I've read'em all except - Plutarch: Lives of Noble Grecians and Romans, Bilndness, and The Sandman Vol. 3: Dream Country
Posted by: How About Two? | October 18, 2006 at 05:34 PM
Hmm, cheese and beer. That's going to be tough to top. I think I'll have to agree with Wendy - a full spa day with the works.
Posted by: Mrs. Chicky | October 18, 2006 at 06:44 PM
may I suggest Paris. last place we stayed was only two blocks off a REALLY good cheese shop.
ps.. if you read Stephenson -- Have you read 'In the beginning there was the command line' ? I always loved that it was self classified as society/business. I think Cheeky's hideaway should be classified society/business
Posted by: mo-wo | October 19, 2006 at 12:36 AM
What a timely piece--I am working on a similar post from my point of view! I second Paris--the flights are really reasonable and I can refer you to a couple of cool hotels. The only reason I know the flight info is that I have been working on a surprise trip for our anniversery in a couple of weeks. I couldn't get a good return flight from Paris, so it is on to Plan B--two nights at Kate's Lazy Meadow Motel in the Catskills (Kate Pierson from the B-52s owns it) and then two nights in Boston at the Charles. What's even better is that I cashed in some frequent flier miles and am flying my MIL in.
Posted by: misfit hausfrau | October 19, 2006 at 05:23 AM
Hm. Cheese and beer. Sounds like a fart fest to me. A fun one, no doubt, and tasty! But flatulent, indeed.
Posted by: Lisa | October 19, 2006 at 08:44 AM
Oooh....if I come to visit you next Fall can we go to one of those? Delecious....
As for C-Dawg's b-day, I say take her to her favorite store and release the hounds.
Posted by: TheOtherC.Weber | October 19, 2006 at 01:03 PM
What about porn?
Posted by: p-man | October 19, 2006 at 01:37 PM