Will and Grace, The Fiance and Me
The other night The Fiance and I got into a "discussion" about the television show Will and Grace.
I use quotes around the word "discussion" because it wasn't quite an argument, but it wasn't not an argument either. What it was was a discussion with quotes around the word discussion. If you know what I mean...
And it wasn't so much a "discussion" about Will and Grace as it was a discussion over whether or not we've become boring.
Personally, I think every couple who becomes parents wonder if they've become boring. Haven't you?
This is how our "discussion" began.
I had just come back from a four day child-free jaunt in Toronto. My plane landed in Toronto at 4 p.m. on Friday. By 6 p.m. I was at The Spoke Club with two friends.
Saturday, I woke up, met my Canadian Idol Judge friend for brunch and we spent the afternoon shopping. Saturday evening, I went to a cocktail party at my agent's house, and continued partying with some writers, and my best friend Lou Lou, until 2 a.m. at The Drake.
Sunday, my parents came over and we went for brunch in Yorkville. Then I headed to Book Expo, which was a gathering of publishers and writers and editors.
Sunday night, um, can't remember what I did. Oh, right, I watched Curb Your Enthusiasm on DVD, because I was hungover.
Monday morning, I worked on my Globe and Mail column and then met with a television producer to talk about possible television shows to pitch to networks.
Monday evening I went to Margaret Atwood's home and out for dinner with a friend. (Ok, I'm sorry to name drop, but come on! It's Peggy, who is my Idol and I'm her stalker. Ok, I'm not her stalker. Let's just say I'm her number one fan - bahahaha.)
Tuesday, I met with an Academy Award nominated documentary filmmaker, who I may possibly work on a project with, then to my agent's house to discuss future book projects, then I finished my column.
Tuesday night, I went out to dinner with two of my best friends, Jasmine and Robo, to a sushi restaurant in Yorkville and then they came back to my place and we hung out and talked about boys and did our nails and braided each other's hair and had pillow fights until the wee hours.
That's all true, except for the doing our nails and braiding each other's hair and pillow fight part.
Wednesday, I left my house at 6 a.m. to catch a 7 a.m. flight back to Calgary.
It was a jam packed long weekend, half-business, half-fun, but all social. I was barely at home. It was anything but boring.
Hearing about my trip made The Fiance sad. Because in Calgary, aside from going out with him, and a few other couple friends, we mostly stay in.
And that's where Will and Grace comes in. Monday to Friday, at 10:30 p.m. I watch Will and Grace.
This disturbs The Fiance because he thinks I don't have fun in Calgary. This isn't entirely true. It's a different kind of fun.
In Calgary, I work hard during the day, take care of The Dictator when I get home, and I'm tired at the end of the day. I'm not saying that The Dictator is a job, because I love her more than anyone, but as any mother who has a job and then comes home to take care of a child (or children) it sometimes feels like having two jobs.
What I want to do at the end of the day in Calgary is vedge out and watch Will and Grace.
"I like Will and Grace," I told The Fiance. "What's wrong with Will and Grace?"
"It's not Will and Grace. It's the fact that all it seems you do here is watch Will and Grace," The Fiance said to me.
"But I like Will and Grace. What's wrong with Will and Grace?" I asked again.
"That's not the point, Beck," he said. "I wish you had more fun here."
"How can you not like Will and Grace?" I asked. "It's so fucking funny."
"I'm not talking about Will and Grace!" he said annoyed. "I think you should get out more here!"
"Why don't you like Will and Grace?" I asked. "Seriously. What's wrong with Will and Grace?"
I know it wasn't the point he was trying to make. But, you know, I like Will and Grace. And I don't really want to go out more.
The Fiance and I do go out. We go to restaurants all the time. We see movies all the time. What else is it that people with children do?
"I think this is what people do when they get older," I told him. "I think most people with children stay home most nights, don't they?"
"I don't know. Do they?" he asked.
"Can we talk about this later?" I asked. "Will and Grace is on."
I'm joking. I didn't say that.
But our "discussion" got me thinking. Have we become boring? I don't really find that. As I told The Fiance, I actually like hanging out with him at our house, with The Dictator, and Ruby, our nine-pound-dog-who-limps.
Sure, sometimes I do like to go out and party. But, after my four days in Toronto, I actually really appreciated the simplicity of staying in with The Fiance and doing nothing but watching Will and Grace. (I ran into gossip columnist Shinan Govani twice in my four day stay in Toronto. It was time to leave. Joking. I love that man.)
The fact is, I now like being boring. The Fiance just doesn't believe it. But it's true. Sure, maybe we have become boring, but boring can be nice, can't it? I like hanging out with him at home with The Dictator. I do. Because I don't find him boring. And, um, there's never a boring moment with The Dictator.
But tell me. Am I wrong that, once you have a family, boring becomes nice?
And, also, Will and Grace is funny, right?
PS: Thank you all so much for your Daddy Day gift ideas. There were three I loved, and I'm doing them!