Springing It On Russ

Late last night I looked at Russ and said, “I forgot to tell you something.”

He looked at me with that look that says, “Oh God, what could it be?”

“We have a party to go to tomorrow night.”

“What party?”

“Counter point, it’s just up at the club, you can just wear your tux.”

“What I wear is not the issue.”

Russ has loved the pandemic. No parties. No going out. Just staying home where he is happiest. But he went without complaint. He put on his old faithful tux. I tied his tie. He cleaned up great.

I pulled out some old dress, realizing I have not worn a dress in three years. Then the shoe problem came. I cleaned out my shoes earlier this year. Of course I had not worn dressy shoes in a long time so I got rid of them. I eventually found something.

We went to the party. Talked to a bunch of friends we have not seen in ages. It was lovely. We had dinner with good friends. And we left early. It was not that bad for Russ. I think next time we have to go to a party I should wait and tell him like thirty minutes before we have to walk out the door. Thinking about going to a party is the worst part for Russ, actually going is not so bad.