Pomie vodkas and IP addresses
Here’s the problem: we have a nearly full bottle of pomegranate juice in the fridge. It cost $10. It makes a good vodka-pomegranate cocktail. Thus our night begins.
5:45 p.m.: husband concocts said cocktail, thanks to Costco brand vodka: Svedka. Liberal on the Svedka.
6 p.m.: we have 1/3 of a loaf of 5-day old Italian bread sitting on the counter, begging to not be wasted. So I make homemade breadcrumbs. For chicken parmesan, which is husband’s favorite dinner.
6:45 p.m.: favorite dinner deserves candlelight and a cleared off dining room table, and of course wine. we just bought a 1/2 case of shiraz, which may or may not have a screw top. OK, it does. Stop judging us.
7 p.m.: we eat slightly burnt chicken parmesan, because undercooked chicken is both my fear and a health hazard. better safe than sorry. conversation calls for two glasses of shiraz, each.
7:45 p.m.: somehow conversation drifts to IP addresses. husband takes the liberty to delve into an explanation ranging from the DARPA initiative to the transatlantic cable to subnet 192 addresses to my personal Web site.
8:25 p.m.: I drift in and out of focusing on the conversation, trying to understand each layer of the interwebs and also bitter that my husband knows each layer and I don’t.
8:30 p.m.: I resolve to know each layer of something, anything that husband doesn’t. Shall I refresh my memory for diagramming sentences and become a true sentence architect? Shall I memorize a poem from Rumi and perform it for at least 20 minutes, before leading a riveting analysis for my husband?
I’m not sure what I’ll do, but it will be something. I will load him up on food and drink and then unleash my deep knowledge on something he doesn’t understand. Any suggestions?
Riveting conversation on both sides – to be sure! If I had been there, I think I’d just enjoy imbibing and let someone else do the talking. From my standpoint, you were wise!
Also – letting the hubs think he knows everything can’t be a dumb move either!
Sounds like a lovely evening.
how about the complex layers of Hall & Oates masterpieces? i’ll help with the research
Why don’t you start a discussion based off of the following social norm:
It’s ok to say “I like kids,” but once you get specific it no longer is ok. For example, you can’t say “I like 12 year olds.”
the interweb is pretty fascinating. I remember learning about Darpa and such for a job I had once…. pretty darn cool.
Well… I think that you should learn everything there is to learn about telescope mirror making. It’s pretty interesting (well for some of us). Think about it… getting a mirror to be within like 1000000th of inch accurate? That’s pretty darn cool.