In an attempt to do more as a couple and beat the seven year slump we’ve fallen into I’ve resolved to get Josh and I out and doing more. You know what I mean: it’s been seven years and sometimes you move past each other as if you’re roommates instead of wedded. For the first time our relationship actually feels like work sometimes. Sure, you go through several months, years, etc of the Honeymoon phase where you need absolutely nothing but your significant other and no one else will do. Then you lapse into reliance, fabulous co-dependence, and a state of constantly seeing each other at your worst. Maybe you get a cat to include in your tiny family–it certainly makes sense to have something else lurking around. Anyway, this blog post is largely about the various outings and excursions Josh and I have had lately:

First off the newly installed Olympic Sculpture Park is fabulous and I highly recommend everyone go check it out. I could bore you all with the details but let me just say we spent two hours cruising around and admiring all the do-not-touchable sculpture. Here I am with a gigantic log on its side in a custom made green house:
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If I had so desired I could have picked up a magnifying glass and looked at little bugs crawling around the moss and learned about them. However, you can put the most beautiful park in the middle of a sketchy part of town and still run into crack smoking homeless people on the way back to the car.

We went to a dinner theater at a certain high school where my theater teacher from my youth now teaches. The set was beautiful, the kids were appropriately decked out in period clothing, the script was witty, and the food was awful. This high school is probably one of the wealthiest schools in the region, and Josh and I noted the feeling of whiteness and power that lay in the audience of parents and faculty. When asked who-dun-it Josh wrote his guess on a piece of paper and signed it “The Doctor.” This is a reference to a long running joke about giving one’s self the most pompous nickname possible. (Like if I decided everyone should call me “The Genius”). The actors had a young boy pick a piece of paper from the winning guesses out of a hat. The kid pulled out an entry and read, “Who-dunit: The Director. Why-dunit: Boredom. Who Guessed it: THE DOCTOR?” The audience chuckled, Josh slunk lower in his chair, and I immediately pointed to him and declared, “The Doctor is right here.” Josh took home a heart shaped box of candies as a prize.

On Friday we both attended a much needed company party at my work. The highlight was a karaoke machine that was wheeled into the lounge for our enjoyment. Josh did me proud by performing his patanted Operation Ivy version of “These Boots Are Made For Walking.”  He also agitated one of the owners with his hardcore rendition of Metallica’s “One.” (”Isn’t this song kind of loud?” She primly shouted over Josh’s guttural screams).
Not surprisingly, I stunned my co-workers with many rousing dance routines, a few break dance moves, and at one point–not sure which song or what context–I pretended to be a salmon swimming upstream. My boss said to me at one point, “I can’t believe how much energy and enthusiasm you have. Where is that sense of fun at the front desk?” And I looked at her incredulously and said truthfully, “It gets beat out of me.”