Three months?! Already?!

What will we be doing tomorrow to celebrate, you ask? I have no idea.

He'll probably forget.

I'm kidding, but it wouldn't surprise me. Besides, three months isn't as big of a deal as six months is, so I'm not holding my breath.

Speaking of surprises, on Friday, I surprised him by planning a date. To kick off the evening, I had gotten him a few shirts from the Gap that he likes. I couldn't wait to give them to him, and I made him close his eyes and everything. He loved them and couldn't believe that I had gotten him something for no reason.

Then we went to dinner, where I picked up the tab.

Finally it was off for his big surprise. Nacho Libre.

He's been talking about seeing this flick for weeks. Weeks, people. I practically had it down in my calendar of when it opened in the theatres. "Don't get me wrong," he said after he found out that I was taking him to see the movie, "but I was kinda upset when you said you had this surprise planned for me tonight. I really had been wanting to go see Nacho Libre." Duh. How could I forget?!

I was skeptical because the reviews weren't that great, but I love Jack Black so I kept an open mind.

Well I am here to tell you readers - never fear. It's hilarious. If you liked Napoleon Dynomite, you'll love it. And it was totally Sixty and mine's kind of movie. I found myself laughing at parts that probably weren't even supposed to be funny. It was a pretty wholesome theme, too.

A couple of drinks down the street from the theatre, some cuddling at my place afterwards, and I'd say you could call it a supurb date night.

But just spending time with him is enough. Who cares if we don't do anything special tomorrow?