Date Day

Every Saturday at the Gothra home is Date Day.  It’s the only day of the week that we can (usually) do whatever we want together.  We never do the same thing twice on a Saturday, we always eat delicious food, and we never spend very much money.  The cheaper the better.  Oh glorious Date Day, how I love you.

Timothy teases me because every Saturday I wake up and say “do you think we’ll have fun today?”  In our relationship, I’m the planner and the worrier.   Timothy is the spontaneous one.  And fun just seems to follow him around.

Like this past Saturday?  We laughed until our bellies ached.  And the fun just fell in our laps.  Boom.

We slept in and then went to town to get our dry cleaning.  While at the cleaners, the weird old lady owner with the painted on eyebrows tried to hurry us out the door so she could go to the car show.  Car show?  Count Timothy in.  And me too, I guess.  Ha!

It turned out to be a HUGE vintage car show.  People come from far and wide just to see it.  I don’t even care about cars and I had a great time.

This was by far my favorite car.  I just wanted to put it in my pocket!  But do you see the guy in the socks and shorts in the background?  He was the owner.
He spent at least seven minutes talking to Timothy about the car and showing him ever nook and cranny.  When Timothy asked him how much the car was worth, the guy was all, “Well, the real ones are valued at [insert outrageous price here], but this is a reproduction.  It’s worth [insert very normal car price here].”

It was like the fool’s gold car.

And this was just the fool’s car.  Who enters a made in the 90s jeep into a vintage car show?

While looking at the cars, we passed a little Mexican market.  We went inside on a whim and immediately the owner rattled off this long string of Spanish.  Timothy sighed and just said “I don’t speak Spanish.”

See, this happens all the time.  Timothy is Indian, but anytime someone from Mexico sees him, he automatically assumes that Timothy is Mexican.  One time we were in the mall and this Mexican man started arguing with Timothy because he couldn’t believe that Timothy was from India.  Funny stuff.

So Timothy just kept repeating “I don’t speak Spanish” to this market owner and the market owner kept repeating “Como estas?” endlessly.  I felt like I was watching a tennis match of words.  I finally just stepped in front of Timothy and said “bien!” and the owner sighed, smiled, and said “si! si! You speak Spanish.”  Ha!

The owner showed us around and then helped us pick out some Mexican drinks.  I had (non-alcoholic) Sangria and Timothy had some kind of apple drink with “gas.”  We’re hoping that gas meant carbonation.

As we were leaving the store, the owner launched into this long monologue about how Timothy needed to visit India again.  He told us that India was full of knowledge, culture and history.  When we asked him if he had ever been to India himself, he replied, “No, but I watch the travel channel.”  Nice.

And can we all just take a moment to appreciate this sign?  Oh how I’d love to be a fly on the wall in that class.

After the car show and the Mexican encounter, Timothy and I just drove around.  We got very lost in the country, we talked about what our dream house would look like, and drove home in the moonlight listening to jazz.

I love Date Day.

~Whitney