When Veronica traveled to Japan and I was unable to go because I was on a book deadline I was excited to have the house to myself. My vision of throwing underwear on the floor, having piles of take out wing cartons and non-stop Clint Eastwood westerns on the TV quickly evaporated when I dropped her off at the airport. I had a lump in my throat that I never expected and I quickly realized I was going to miss my best friend.
I got back home and dropped on the couch and started surfing channels-- mindlessly looking for something to entertain me. I don't know what size TV we had when we first got married but I do know I thought it was too small. Maybe it was a 30"? But rather than find something to watch I decided the TV was too small so I went out and bought a 40" TV.
She came back from her trip and laughed because she was perfectly fine with the 19" TV I had before we got married. I don't know what it is about giant TV's that appeal to guys so much. This past weekend she said to me "We should have a Superbowl party!" and I replied with complete sincerity that our TV was too small. I actually meant that. I would be embarrassed to watch the game on a 40" TV. I'm clearly insane.
So it was that I found myself at dinner with our good friends and I casually asked the husband what size TV he had-- and he smiled "fifty five inches".
Yeah. That sounds about right.
Fast forward 36 hours and I'm in a sea of TVs trying to decide which one has the best picture and sound. I had my mind set on a 50" TV but the salesman echoed the fear I had when I told him that.
"Aren't you just going to want to get the 55" later?"
Even though our living room isn't that big and 50" was pushing it I came lumbering in with a 55" TV with a great picture and sound for LESS than the price of a rival 50" TV and much less than I paid for that 40" TV six years ago.
Now our living room looks ridiculous but I couldn't be happier and as I write this the game is still a few days away, but I can't wait to see what it looks like.