Boys Will Be Boys
On Friday night, my parents invited Stephen and I out to dinner and then to the Nassau Bay Community Theater to see Agatha Cristie’s And There Were None. I read this book back in high school and loved it. I’ve seen the movie and the play at the Hobby Center. If you ignore that disturbing psychopath element, it really is quite clever. If you’ve never read it or watched it, I recommend it. As great as the story is though, we didn’t quite know what to expect. Nassau Bay is small… so Nassau Bay Theater had to be even smaller. And we figured this was a good time to check it out.
I’m very blessed to have a husband who likes going to the theater with me. He’s constantly telling me that I have issues and I need to drop my stupid stereotypes about how men are “supposed to be.” This is hard for me. It’s still shocking to me when he chooses a pina colada over a Shiner. It always makes me giggle when he asks if we can cuddle before bed. He irons, rubs my feet, loves games, gets massages. and (wait for it…) loves cats. However, when I announced that my New Year’s Resolution was to learn to knit and Stephen said, “Oh great, I’ll learn with you”, well, I drew the line. I told him boys don’t knit and that’s that.
We get to do things together that many couples only do after the wife begs. We do crosswords, go to musicals, have endless conversations about baby names, we sit on the back patio drinking wine and staring at the fire, we watch The Food Network and Jon & Kate (okay, yes, sometimes I have to beg, but he always ends up enjoying it).
Now don’t get me wrong, my husband is all man! He burps and farts with the best of them. He’s strong and hairy and can’t match his clothes (He may disagree, but we have photos to prove otherwise). And, let me tell you, this man can shoot a gun. Stick an iPod in him and he’ll work in the yard all day. He watches things like Lord of the Rings, 300, Battlestar Gallactica, and South Park. And boy, how he eats! He’s one of those types that doesn’t actually believe he’s eaten a meal unless it has meat in it. “Grilled tomato and cheese? Can you put some ham in it?” “Eggs? can we have some sort of meat with that?”
He’s a wonderfully well-rounded man that I constantly try not to take for granted. So as we were sitting in the play on Friday night, enjoying the evening, I was smiling that both my husband and dad have enough of a soft side to enjoy evenings like that. During one of the intermissions, I was enjoying a cup of coffee with my mom. Stephen of course, thinks coffee is worse than drinking pond water unless his mug is half-full of flavored creamer. So he goes out to see if they have some hot chocolate. Nope, but he is enjoying his evening all the same. What a wonderful man. We settle back into our seats and watch the final act. Miss Vera Claythorne is talking to her love interest Philip Lombard about who the killer is. They are standing especially close and you can hear the fear in their voices about the possibility of losing each other. Stephen is holding my hand (as he does so often) and I’m fully enjoying the moment. Then he leans over and whipers in my ear, “Do you smell bacon?”