My wife, two sons, and I are headed to a couple of days at the beach, on the beautiful Gulf coast of Mississippi. Bay St. Louis is a quaint little town with neat shops and cafes and soft, fine beach sand.
Some well-earned R-and-R in the midst of a hectic summer.
While we will be spending some quality family time, my wife and I plan on a little ‘us’ time – one of our two-nights there will be a date night, just the two of us; a kickoff to the celebration of our twenty-fifth anniversary in a few weeks.
We may have to reconcile some plans and expectations of our evening for two. The dinner part should be easy, but after that..?
I am pushing for a Burt Lancaster/Deborah Kerr, ‘From Here to Eternity’ finale to the evening, but my wife is dubious. I have broached this idea on previous beach trips, but those were day-excursions, not overnight, and there were always others around. But this time, things are different. It still might be a bit of a hard sell.
My wife can be adventuresome at times, but for this, she is thinking more along the lines of a toned down, middle-aged Frankie and Annette, beach-blanket-bingo sort of thing – minus the singing to her parts. To me, that is more a chaste, ‘just friends, golly-gee-whiz’ vibe, but I could probably be persuaded as a last resort. Before getting to that innocuous, innocent point, though, I would be propose something more ‘Blue Hawaii’-ish – but she remains unimpressed with my Elvis impression, so that may be a non-starter from the get go.
One thing for certain: I don’t have the patience for grabbing a stick and going all Pat Boone in with the sand – too G-rated and namby-pamby for a date night, though that set-up might serve as a romantic prelude and an ‘aww, sweet’ moment for other beach goers earlier in the day.
Put that one in column ‘BB’ (Boring, but…)
I am going to hold out as long as I can for the Lancaster/Kerr scenario – even though I haven’t got the jawline, I know we can pull this off. Among my selling points? We can keep our swimwear on all day, and we’ll already have sand in weird spots, so I’ve got the primary, ‘too messy’ argument countered – along with most others I can anticipate.
The risk of jellyfish-as-third-wheel intrusion is negligible. I think.
The gulf water will be quite warm, even in the evening.
We are not too old for this.
‘You are not Burt Lancaster’. Well, okay, I can’t counter that one. But I have his voice and hand mannerisms down pat.
Whatever we come up with will be very nice, but will probably end up more ‘Gilligan’s Island’ than ‘South Pacific’ but hey, a guy’s gotta give it a shot, right?
Wait a minute.
The ‘Gilligan’ thing might have legs – just like my wife, and like Mary Ann. Hmm. In reality, they couldn’t have been on that island too long being all coconut-pie-platonic, could they? And how did they always have meringue for those pies? Under the circumstances, I’m thinking if Mary Ann went to the trouble of whipping up a batch of meringue in those conditions, she was going to be using it for more than slapping on top of a pie. Besides, if it was just about the pies, Gilligan would have weighed close to two-fifty by the time they were rescued. I can swing by the store and get some meringue to throw in the cooler.
I wonder if my wife has anything gingham in her closet?
I have just hit on the perfect alternative plan for beach-blanket BINNNG-GO!