Friday, March 6, 2009

How Not to be a good date

Eric and I went out last weekend. He got free Jazz tickets--you know the ones with all the frills, the dinner before, the drinks and nachos and popcorn during halftime, the great lower bowl seats. My favorite part is the nachos. I asked Eric beforehand and he said I could absolutely NOT bring along a book to read during the game. Fine. I was trying to be a good date, after all.

As I sat in the arena, I was bombarded with all the overstimulation I could handle--the bright lights and colors, the music and cheering drilling into my head, the smells of the food everywhere, even the heat of sitting so nearby many, many people.

I tried to pay attention to the game, but all I could think about was this Jazz game was the very reason why people don't seem content to sit in the stillness of nature anymore. It's all this overstimulization. We get it everywhere--TV, fast-food restaurants, stimulate, stimulate, stimulate. I wish there were some way to save my children from it. But it's too late already. Portia's been overstimulated by Barney--those dinosaurs are every bright color you could possibly think of (I don't know who turned that on for her). =)

I couldn't help but make my snarkey comments to Eric all through the game about the overstimulization. He put up with it. I guess he just expects this from me anymore. He probably wishes he had just let me bring the book.

6 comments:

Crystal said...

I enjoy doing things like that occasionally, but I actually agree with you about the overstimulation.

I'll bet Eric still thinks you're a good date. He knows you and married you, so he must enjoy your company just the way you are.

rachel said...

I'm so glad you went on a date!! I bet it was fun just getting out and being together- Next time you will have to do something that doesn't require a book...I will totally have to have a book the next time Tony wants me to watch football! :)

Amber Gardiner said...

I hope Christie G doesn't read this...the blashpemy :)

I spent years at BYU football games reading books until one day I looked up and started watching and now I'm an addict...there's hope for you!

Christie Gardiner said...

Jeana, you are dead to me. Next time I'll go to the game with Eric and buy you your own enormous plate of Nachos to enjoy in the stillness and tranquility of your own home!

Duston said...

Poor E! LOL! I recently took B to a Jazz game and I have to admit - I was thinking along the same line. B had a hard time with the loud noise and fireworks. But when all is said and done; he love it.

Joe and Marci said...

Hey Jeana, I found the link to your blog on Facebook. Your girls are getting so big! I hope you don't mind that I took a peek :)
We've been to a few Jazz games this year, but since we have the cheap seats we don't feel like we have to stay the whole time. At least you got nachos...