Background for the punch line: Alyson and I were regular watchers of the ABC Sci-Fi show “Defying Gravity” earlier this year. The story is a near-future NASA run manned space flight thing and one quirk we found funny, then annoying, then hilarious, was how often the characters would say “roger that” as a way of saying “okay.”
So now Friday: Dinner was with Alyson’s family at a Chinese restaurant, which was very nice, if a little odd for all the relationships represented at the table. After dinner, Alyson and I got on the Red Line with the plan of “going out” but without a destination yet. We tossed around ideas and ended up at Tequila Rain where Guerrilla Queer Bar was staging their monthly invasion. We drank a little bit, danced a little bit, and explored the giant four-story complex that is Tequila Rain, Jillians, and Lucky Strike. Scooting closer to home while the trains were still running, we came back to Cambridge and got off at Harvard Square to close Charlie’s. Home, and with the alcohol munchies, I amazed Alyson by throwing together trail mix from various stuff I found in the kitchen. We ate and checked emails as I told Alyson a crazy story of a little asteroid scare at work that day. It involved me emailing various people at NASA, me issuing the report on the asteroid after it was obviously missing us and after there was nothing else to say about it, and finally notifying the person at NASA headquarters of what I had done. With great dramatic buildup, I said to Alyson, “You won’t believe what his reply was.” “What?!!” she asked with eyes wide in anticipation. “Roger that.” We rolled on floor laughing…into bed.
