Blind Date

One of the best parts about life right now is that I get paid more than I deserve.  Yes, it's true.  Here at the good old Safe and Secure, we live for free and also receive a small sum each month.  But really, we don't do that much.  We each must spend a lot of time at home so the office hours are covered, but guess what? That just means we do our homework and watch t.v. for eighty percent of office hours - in our very own home!  And to think we get paid for that! The real reason we get paid for this nonsense is for the inconvenience of having to turn off the stove in the middle of a work-of-art omelet to dash into the office and fight with someone over late fees. It is a strange life, but a good life.

And my other job, well that one is a crime.  I sit at a desk at various locations on campus, watching over and caring for my very own computer lab.  This means straightening up the stapler and tape dispenser, walking around every fifteen minutes and smiling at people, and pushing in chairs.  I wear a lanyard with my picture on it and get cool superpowers like sending flashing messages to people's computer screens, which comes in handy when Jack comes in and I can send him a message saying he shouldn't be looking at inappropriate content and that he has been reported to the honor code office, ha! Anyways, the point is, I don't really do anything at this job either! Sure, I get trained for Word and Powerpoint and other programs, but very few lab patrons actually take advantage of my fountains of knowledge.  I just clock in, do my duties and my homework, and get paid! My life is not reality.

Well the most exciting part of this very lengthy post is on the subject of blind dates. This computer lab job takes up my Saturday nights, so Friday nights are our only Party Time.  If we don't plan this time carefully, we may end up either 1) on the couch watching gilmore girls, or 2) in the car with no game plan and relying on our sometimes-not-so-adventurous spirits to guide us to our Friday night destiny.  Essentially, we sometimes waste our precious Party Time. To avoid this tragedy, we have instituted something we call a Blind Date. Well, we've done it once before and this weekend will be our second one...so we can safely say it has been instituted, right? But how can a married couple go on a blind date? I mean, we obviously know each other. I will share.

One person has the responsibility of planning the date all on their own.  And it can't just be a regular date, it has to be unpredictable.  For example, no movies.  The date is a huge secret, and the person who doesn't know any info must beg and plead to know what the big surprise is, as if it's a huge birthday present or something.  The drama and anticipation leading up to the Friday night is essential.  Then, on the blessed night, the planner of the date will place a blindfold over the eyes of his or her spouse. This blindfold must be worn in the car allll the way to the date destination. The date planner must drive in a very unpredictable and confusing path to the destination, to ensure a complete and total surprise. And as everyone knows, anything is exciting if you are taking off a blindfold to see it!  That is the beauty of the Blind Date! Even Golden Corral would be acceptable unto me upon removing a blindfold. And if the date is in parts, the blindfold must be worn to each destination. 

Under The Tree on our first Blind Date

I was the planner for our first Blind Date. The first part was to...ta da! Angels of Philly, our very favorite sandwich shop, which has since gone out of business like everything else since the sad citizens of Provo can't even support a downtown.  We walked our food over to The Tree where Jack proposed and ate before it got too chilly. And then we ended the date with the BYU Spectacular!  It was great.  Jack is planning a Blind Date for this Friday and I CANNOT WAIT. I have a hypothesis of where we will be going, but I could be wrong.  He'll probably plan something way better and more exciting than I did, since he is just so good at this kind of thing. If you finished reading this post, you are a very patient person and are also probably Alli or Ness.

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