Seeing as how Steve from Ghost Hunters & Gerard Butler were both working, and I really don't know any other man I could stand to spend 7 hours alone with on a Saturday night, I took the husband. He did buy the tickets after all. And he was available.
We saw Les Miserables, which was amazing! I didn't want it to end. A beautiful story & the music was out of this world. It was a 25th Anniversary special showing so it was different than the original apparently. I wouldn't know the difference since this was my first time seeing it. But if it's very different, I'm very glad I got to see this version. The conductor last night was the original Broadway conductor...just a little tidbit that really is useless information but makes me feel special to share it.
On the way to the parking garage, we ended up waiting for an elevator with 6 old-ish ladies, 1 in a wheelchair. When the elevator opened, we let them get in first & we were going to get the next one. They insisted we get in with them. Maybe it was because I was huddling into my coat & whimpering from the -40 degree wind (slight exaggeration) that was raging around the parking garage elevator, I don't know.
The kind old-ish ladies scooted close to each other & the husband got in. There was enough room for me to step into the elevator but not turn around. So the husband & I stood nose to nose with 6 old-ish ladies around us. What does one do when stuck in an elevator with a cute guy & some strangers? Pretend you don't know the cute guy.
Me: "Hello."
Husband: "Why, hello."
Old lady #1: "Do you 2 know each other?"
Me: "We do now."
Husband: "Sure do." still nose to nose (well, I'm taller so it was kinda like nose to lip)
Old ladies: laugh
Me: "You're cute. Wanna go home with me?"
Husband: "Sure!"
Old ladies: laugh then look at me & stop laughing when they see we are serious
And I did take him home. So there. Actually, he drove so he kinda took me home...but I allowed him to come in with me, so I think that means I did bring him home with me.
On the way home, the husband starts talking about something amazing he'd done with his computer. He doesn't get why I drool on myself when I get to deal with blood & infection, and my eyes glaze over when he's talking about c codes & java (which is not coffee, by the way) & linux. This was one of the rare times where I was actually following along & understanding what he was talking about. Until..."on The Google Cloud."
Me: looking outside at a cloudy ski at 10:45 at night "Uh...Google has a cloud?"
Husband: "Yeah."
Me: "Where?" still looking outside
Husband: "It's a cloud. What do you mean where?"
Me: "Wha...?"
Husband: "It says Google on it."
Me: "So...wait...how...uh..." I did what I do best when I don't get something. Pretend the conversation is over & change the subject.
2 hours later...
Me: "Does Google really have its own cloud?"
Husband: explains what 'cloud' means in computer geek speak
Me: Sigh.
Yup, I just outed myself as not always bright. Or gullible. Or both.
That's what I get for making some kind old ladies believe I'm an elevator slut.
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