Rob and I went out on a date last evening. A real one. Hired a sitter and everything. I think this might be about the fifth date we have been on ever. It’s interesting to me that even those rituals of courtship and coupledom that are entirely ordinary don’t feel that way at all.

We went to see Ocean’s 13. It wasn’t bad. Of course, I haven’t seen the previous two films, so I have no basis for comparison. A few things struck me however. First that the film has a 1960’s feel to the cinematography in places. Second, Ellen Barkin’s boob job was kinda scary looking, and there isn’t enough of an age gap between she and Matt Damon for the COUGAR rule to apply. Finally, Brad Pitt looked old. Not old man old. But, old like me. Which he should I guess as he and I are the same age. The last thing I noticed was that Rob and I were the only couple, of any age, in the theater who were snuggled up to enjoy the movie. The seating these days makes it possible for a couple to sit close, curl up even, but we were the only ones to avail ourselves of these modern improvements in cinematic enjoyment. Which brings me back to my earlier point, even the ordinary relationship things seem worthy of going the extra mile. Indeed, if there is a mile beyond the extra, I kinda want to go there too.