The woman I wake up with and I got out tonight to spend a little quality time together. We drove to the convenient/fake experience that is Reston (which my spell-checker wants me to call ‘rectum’), and wandered into some wonderful sushi. Had white tuna, which was new to us, with its succulent juiciness. Plus a smooth sake and a few other rolls. I watched a dude belly up to the sushi bar and order without a menu, which inspired me to apply myself more to the wonderful world of sushi.
We partnered that old-world experience with a little redneck fun. The Dukes of Hazzard is one of the best films ever made. Folks say that it’s not family friendly, but as an amateur Dukes historian, I can tell you that it is perfectly faithful to the first few episodes of this classic TV show. Something terrible happened to the beer-for-breakfast, 150 mile-an-hour-driving, womanizing Duke boys after those first glorious episodes, but that is a theory best hatched in another post. The film version rights all of those wrongs, and secures the Dukes squarely in the pantheon of great American culture. It has just the right amount of car wrecks, anachronisms, southern rock, lame jokes, Willie Nelson, and AC/DC songs. Yeeee-Haw!!!
The best part of all was that we had the entire theater to ourselves. Can you believe it? It was so dang romantic that the wife thought I was gonna propose.