InnerTeub

Back in the day, when my brother and I were neighbors in D.C., we used have semi frequent “Sibling Date Nights,” which was really just a (admittedly somewhat creepy) way of saying “All I want to do tonight is hang out in sweatpants, watch bad TV, and order pizza, but it seems way less lame if I have company.”

Things are different now – we no longer live in D.C., we certainly aren’t neighbors, and we’re both married and theoretically have someone legally obligated to stay in with sweatpants and bad TV if that’s what we want to do. As a consequence, we rarely find ourselves hanging out, just the two of us.

That’s not to say we don’t have Sibling Date Nights, however:  just last night, my brother, his wife, me, Mike and my stepdaughter sat around my brother’s apartment with take-out,  sweatpants, and season 1 of Veronica Mars*. My brother and I looked around the room, filled with our new families, and smiled at each other. Sibling Date Night: Version 2.0: just as good as it used to be, just now with more people to love. My brother and I may not get to hang out one on one like we used to, but I think the evolution of Sibling Date Night says something really wonderful about our lives. How lucky we are.

*My sister in law had never seen Veronica Mars. I KNOW!