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Tonight, I am going to try to trick my girlfriend into watching a show I want to watch. We dated long-distance, but now that she’s here and we moved in together, it’s time for compromise. The most difficult dance concerns what to watch tonight.
Here’s my plan: The NFL Films docu-series “All or Nothing” is out on Amazon Video. It’s like a season-long version of “Hard Knocks.” And it features my favorite team, the Dallas Cowboys. We still Dem Boyz, but y’all already knew that. Anyway, the first scene of the season features Justin Timberlake performing at Jerry Jones’ Hall of Fame party. This means I have a chance. My girlfriend atold me that she was/is a huge *Nsync fangirl.
I typically look down on people really into pop music acts. Growing up, I never understood the hype. Don’t get me wrong, I am a music lover. I bought CDs, I subscribe to Spotify, I even buy vinyl on occasion. But never did it occur to me to post a Bruce Hornsby or Hall and Oates poster on my wall. Even a framed print is iffy in my mind.
Plus, who wants to see *Nsync at Giants Stadium? There’s only so much screaming, terrible singing, (Lance Bass, I’m looking at you pal) and mediocre dancing I can handle. Why would anyone want to fuck with the hassle associated with any arena or stadium show, let alone to see an act that absolutely will sound worse in concert than on record?
I’m older and wiser now. I try not to judge people based on arbitrary things and I won’t judge her or anyone else for their trash musical fandom. You like what you like, you know? It’s not for me, but neither is blue cheese. As much as that repulses your boy, I don’t think less of those who enjoy that moldy, stinky trash. You like what you like. I’m with it.
So back to tonight. We’ll probably catch a meal somewhere. We’re pretty far from totally unpacked, especially in the kitchen, and I certainly don’t want to make a mess. Last night I grilled some chicken on the community grill outside our apartment, and I have to report it was a major success. You have no idea how great it felt to turn the grill on with two clicks, and watch it get hot as hades. That being said, I’m not really in the mood to be a grill boi tonight. I’m thinking we might eat some Mexican food, but it’s whatever she wants. She deserves it.
Here’s the plan: during dinner, I’ll let my intention be known. “There’s a new show on Amazon Video I’d like to dive into. I think you’ll like it too! It’s really well done. I’ve watched it the past two seasons. Incredible access to a multi-billion dollar family business for an entire year. Plus… Justin Timberlake is prominently involved. Wanna give it a shot?”
All or nothing. I’ll let y’all know how it goes..