For Father's Day, I let my husband know that I would be buying him Angel tickets. I didn't buy them before the holiday because I wanted him to pick out his game. Last summer I bought him tickets and the date was incredibly inconvenient, and he ended up going alone. He insists that this is much like Joey on Friends handing out coupons for one hour of Joey love. I disagree. I had every intent of following through on the tickets, and BUGGED him about choosing a game, yet he never did. Still, no gift.
His birthday is this weekend, and since I've failed in the gift giving department this year, I've got some making up to do.
First of all, I'll be getting the Angel tickets. Hope you like the game I choose!
Second, it turns out that Rent will be in Orange County in October. Tickets don't go on sale until the week after his birthday, but I WILL be getting them.
Third, he's been all over me to finish editing the video we've taken over the last two years. Video that, until a few weeks ago, hadn't even been transferred to the computer. It's my goal to get it finished and burned to DVD. Good luck to me!
Now, those are all makeup gifts, so I need an actual birthday present. See, what he gets for his birthday sets the tone for my birthday next month.
I'm thinking this:
Yes, we do already have a video camera, but it's not terribly convenient to just throw in the bag and go. This, we could take everywhere. Plus, and this is my favorite part, it doesn't scream I'M A VIDEO CAMERA. LOOK AT MEEE! and thus, I'm far more likely to use it, because I'm self conscious like that.
Now, I just have to decide between the 30, 60 or 120 minute model. I'm thinking 60 would be fine. If we needed to film anything of significant length, we can always take the other, more conspicuous camera.
Unless I have any other brilliant ideas in the next three days, this will be the sum total of his gifts. I know this might seem slightly over the top, but birthdays and Christmas are a Big Deal around these parts and we celebrate with embarassing materialism. This is not how we behave the other 363 days of the year. Well, not always anyway.