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An important part of this weekend was Friday night, when Iain and I spent several hours drinking beer and talking on the back porch. It was the official reinstatement of the Back Porch Ritual.

No baby, no chores, no worthless reality television sucking at our eyeballs. Just us, the stars, a pack of Parliaments and some Labatt.

Better than a date, really, because the entire point of Date Night [wha?] or Couple Time [huh?] is the talking, the bonding, and the feeling that you’re the only two people in the universe. We don’t need to see a movie or shuck out beaucoup bucks for dinner for that. We just need a couple of camp chairs — check! — and a baby who knows how to sleep through the night — double check! — and we’re golden.

May 31, 2005 | Filed Under love life