I have a date next Thursday.
At 7:00 PM, I plan to meet a long lost love, with whom I fought bitterly but have since reconciled. My wife isn’t entirely thrilled about it, but she understands that this love never really went away, despite all the anger.
It’s happening over dinner. I’m thinking pizza. I may even get beer. It doesn’t matter, though; whatever I eat and drink, it’ll be joyful reunion. I’ll be watching my beloved Montreal Canadiens beat the tar out of the Boston Bruins on TSN.
Welcome back, baby. Let’s forget about what happened. Let’s make a fresh start. I’ve missed you.