“A box of white,
A box of red,
Perhaps a box of Rosaaaaaaay instead.
Fix the table in the kitchen
You and I
Face to face.”
-Scenes From NOT An Italian Restaurant (sorry, Billy Joel 😉)
My wife and I aren’t one of those let’s-blow-a-boatload-of-money-on-stuff couples.
Why splurge on an expensive bottle of wine when you could get a 5-liter box of Franzia for a cheaper price?
Or (more importantly) why splurge on a night on the town when your wife is an absolutely bangin’ cook who can throw down in the apartment kitchen for a fraction of the cost?
We both come from salt-of-the-earth backgrounds (with the exception of my Franciscan University of Steubenville education), so we don’t need fancy things to have a good time.
Our wedding cost somewhere between 3-4 grand. Her wedding dress cost a couple hundred dollars. My Hawaiian shirt cost about 15 bucks. It was an absolute blast.
We’ve got other, more important, things that we’re saving up for, like a house. Complete with a fenced-in yard so Miles and Crackers can run around without us having to chase them all over town (dogs, not kids. Who would name a kid Crackers?)
And a badass arsenal of guns. And a Jeep. And a trip to the Pro Football Hall of Fame for when Torry Holt finally gets inducted (okay, that’s just me).
Sure, we’ll enjoy a romantic (ha!) dinner at Olive Garden once in a blue moon, with several Blue Moons, but for the most part we’re stay-at-home folks.
Because, after all, a 12-pack of Blue Moon at home is cheaper than six Blue Moons out in public.
Yes, we are both aware that a lot of people don’t consider Olive Garden to be “authentic Italian food.”
And we don’t give a single, runny, peanut-filled shit 😊
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