It’s my parent’s 33rd anniversary today. I love them so much. They’re the biggest dorks I know. They’re the reason me and my siblings are the dorks we are today. My dad would spend his Friday nights at my mom’s parents house to watch the Muppet Show with them, they went on a date to see Star Wars and my dad guessed Darth Vader was Luke’s dad, along with a dozen other things. They’re also the hardest workers I know. They moved to town and became Baskin-Robbins franchisees when they were 25 and 26 years-old, with my two oldest brothers, Steve and Tim. …In the 80’s, when they weren’t at the ice cream shop, employees and customers knew they could find one of them at the drug store next door, playing Galaga or Dr. Mario, trying to hold up their high score on the arcade machine. We were Baskin-Robbins for 16 years, but we’ve been an independent ice cream shop since November 1998. We weren’t expected to last 3 years, but we’ve lasted over 11 years. They’re working today. I asked if they wanted me to work, but they have too much to do, and my mom has a special cake to make for tomorrow. I couldn’t think of anything to get them, even if it was just a movie. They never have the time to sit down and watch a movie. I don’t think they’re going out tonight, because they’re going to be gone next weekend. And I can’t ask them, because they’ll think I’m up to something. And I am up to something.
Tonight I’m making them a really nice steak dinner, along with some “mock” mashed potatoes (they’re on a low-carb diet) and some other stuff, put out some flowers, maybe get some candles, and put out some movies/DVDs/blu-rays and hopefully they’ll watch some and not work tonight. But I’m going to hide whenever they get home, probably in the garage or backyard (because that’s better than just having my car be gone and them wonder where I am) and then I’ll leave and probably just go to the ice cream shop for the night, since Daniel’s working all night. Hopefully it’ll work out. I have to time it all perfectly.
My dad sure can rock a white tux, huh?
NEVER MIND. THEY’RE GOING OUT TO EAT.