Is this Tuesday or Wednesday? We’re confused.

My Darling B kissed me when she picked me up after work and said, “I almost forgot it’s Wednesday! We’re going downtown for the beer thing tonight!” And I said, “Holy shit! I almost forgot, too!” And we got in the car and I headed downtown.

I’ve been meaning to go to a meeting of the Madison Homebrewer’s and Taster’s Guild. Any group that’s devoted to making beer, drinking beer and talking about beer, and organizes the most popular beer festival in the Midwest, is really one that I should have checked out by now. So the day after we came home from the Great Taste of the Midwest I looked up their next meeting and marked it on my calendar: Wednesday, August 24th.

We parked at the Lake Street ramp and walked around until we found a good place to eat: Dotty Dumpling’s Dowry on Frances Street. Really nice place. Drippiest cheeseburger I’ve ever eaten. Crunchiest onion rings, too. And it didn’t hurt that they were playing a Joan Crawford movie on the flat-screen TV hanging from the wall instead of basketball. We’re probably going back there again the next time we’re downtown.

After stuffing ourselves silly on fatty bar food we strolled hand-in-hand back up Frances Street toward the campus and I said something to B about the swarms of twenty-one year old college kids roaming the streets, and her little mind started ticking over: T-Dawg’s going to be twenty-one on Friday … our anniversary’s on Thursday … which isn’t tomorrow … which means today’s not Wednesday. She stopped dead in her tracks. “Wait. Today’s not Wednesday?”

“Huh?” I asked her.

“Today’s not Wednesday, is it?”

This seemed to be a really weird question to me, because she’d told me it was Wednesday. I believe everything she tells me and had, in fact, been working on the assumption ever since she picked me up from work that it was Wednesday. Now she was turning my world inside-out by suggesting that perhaps it wasn’t Wednesday?

And then the nickel dropped. “Hey, I think you’re right,” I said. “I think today is Tuesday.” And if it wasn’t bad enough that we’d somehow managed to talk each other into a time warp, we topped that by making everyone walking down the street with us doubt our sanity as we cackled hysterically at ourselves all the way back to the parking ramp.