lies and misspelled words

Perfect Day for a Fight July 1, 2010

Yesterday my husband I attended the first Concert on the Square for 2010. And for those of you who don’t know what that is, stay tuned because aside from music on Capitol square I didn’t know either.

So we are driving there and first I suggest we try to find a spot by the Capitol. My husband looks annoyed but does as I said. So we are driving and there are no spots and now there is only 15 minutes till it starts so we decide to go back to a spot he knew of 5 blocks down.

So he’s clearly annoyed but I say that I didn’t know it was going to be that crowded and he said he did. But he does a good job of letting it go and we walk to the concert. He counts the blocks as we go because I complained that the spot is far. This is annoying. On top of that he walks at a leisurely pace and I’m fast walking so instead of walking together, he is walking behind me like a kid on a leash.

But eventually we get to the square and it’s full of people on blankets with cheese and wine listening to Mozart or whatever is playing. They are in groups of friends, families with children, lovers on a date. There are mini tables and buffets and traveling wine glasses. There are crackers, guacamole, fruit and more cheese than you can imagine. And then there is my husband and I. With my iPhone and his car keys.

So we find a patch of grass that is unoccupied and by that statement I don’t mean just unoccupied by people, I mean unoccupied by blanket. Because everyone there came with a blanket. And so we sit down. And my husband crosses his legs and is sitting on top of me because there is not enough space for the both of us to sit comfortably. I push him off and he looks at me like “take it easy woman,” but it’s uncomfortable to be sat on.

So we are sitting and listening to the music while looking around at the wonders that everyone else brought and the conversations they are having around those wonders. So I pull out my phone and start to do whatever it is you do when you have the Internet wherever you go. And eventually when I am done I hand it to my husband to do the same.

Intermission comes and I try to call a friend who lives downtown that I thought might be there but she doesn’t answer. My husband and I look at each other and I suggest we leave and come back another time and do it right. My husband agrees so we walk away.

So as we are walking away I mention that I had no idea it was such an event. And my husband says he knew and that is why he knew that there would be no parking and that people come over an hour in advance to get set up. I cannot believe he knew. So I tell him, “I cannot believe you knew and we didn’t bring our – and get this – pasta salad dinner that we scarfed down to get there in time.” So I continue to tell him that he blew it and that he could have made this a great event, but he sucked it up. He agreed that he blew it and asked that we not talk about it any more.

So we walk back to the car. While walking he runs into one of his employees who asks what we were up to. My husband tells him that we sucked and didn’t bring anything so we decided to go home. And he tells it in this somber depressing tone that makes us sound like we really do suck. So after his employees leaves I tell him that I didn’t like the way he told the events of our night.

And after everything I just told all of you, this is what we get in a fight about. So we don’t talk till halfway home when he tells me he didn’t think it was fair to criticize the way he told the story. I thought about it, said some things back, and decided that if he got to tell the story one way, I would tell it another.