Jacquie and I look forward to nothing more than we look forward to Activity Day, the day we set aside each week to do an activity, often with each other.

We initiated Activity Day when we realized the one thing that’s true for all relationships. Whether you’re married or dating or just serving time in prison, it’s fun to do things as a couple. It’s important. Activity Day, like dietary fiber, binds people so that things can work out in the end. Eventually.

You never forget your first Activity Day. Jacquie and I went  to the Auckland War Memorial Museum for ours.

Auckland Museum houses permanent exhibits about New Zealand history, nature, geology and the art and cultures of the South Pacific. That’s really five museums shrink-wrapped into one manageable package if you think about it. Sure, you could spend three hours at the Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York and not even scratch the surface of its collection. But use those same three hours at the Auckland War Memorial Museum and you’ll leave with two-and-a-half hours left over to do something more interesting. I call that a bargain.

So after we saw the stuffed albatross, the Fun Ho! Midgets and the gift shop, we left.

From the top of the Museum steps we could see  a lot of the domain and much of the harbor below.

So we immediately noticed the squad of soldiers nearby conducting drills around a flag pole. They were shouting in gruff voices and moving in this direction and that.

“Why do you think those military guys are marching around like that?” I said.

“They have a personality disorder?” Jacquie said.

After the soldiers finished we walked through the domain. We passed two old guys near a cricket pitch. We introduced ourselves and asked if they could explain to us why cricket was so boring. The taller one looked at me.

“I’ll tell you all about cricket young lady,” he said. “Cricket is a game played between two teams made up of eleven players each. There is also a reserve player called a ‘twelfth man’ who is used should a player be injured during play.”

“Injured?” Jacquie said. “What injuries do you get playing cricket. Nobody moves in cricket. You must mean ‘atrophy.'”

The man looked annoyed. But he continued nonetheless.

“The twelfth man is not allowed to bowl, bat, wicket keep or captain the team,” he said. “His only job is to substitute. There are also two umpires on the playing field and a third umpire off the field to make the video decisions. If the call is too close for the field umpires to make, the third umpire reviews slow motion video to make the decision. Any questions so far?”

“How does the umpire know if he’s watching the slow motion video or the actual game?” Jacquie said. “And isn’t the video really so that the players at the end of the game can see how young they were when they started?”

The men were pretty angry. They started to suspect that we were “taking the piss” out of them, as they said.

“You’re right,” Jacquie said. “We’re only playing with you. We really have nothing against the game. Or against you personally.”

The two men accepted her apology. Then we asked them their names. That’s when we found out they were both called Bob.

“Really?” Jacquie said. “You’re both named Bob?”

“Yeah, isn’t that funny,” the tall Bob said. “We’ve been best friends for more than thirty years.”

“That is soooooo narcissistic,” Jacquie said.

The two Bobs walked away.

“Can you believe that?” Jacquie said.

“People don’t know how to have a conversation in Auckland,” I said. “Come on, let’s get something to eat. I’m starving.”

So Jacquie and I went over to the nearby Parnell district to find a cafe. Parnell is a hotbed of wanker activity. We sat down at Igaucu, a restaurant catering to wankers, near a wanker family visiting from the States. The concentration of wankers in Parnell is higher than that of any other place in the English speaking world, including the Upper East Side of Manhattan. We didn’t realize how bad the wanker situation was until we were in the middle of our meal when Jacquie looked up from her fancy plate and said, “I could make this at home.”

Activity Day was coming to a sad and disappointing end. As it turned out, nothing in Auckland was more  exciting than looking at Fun Ho! midgets. Even the dinner we made later didn’t work out as planned. We tried to saute pumpkins in butter but it came out dry.

“How do you like it?” Jacquie said.

“Good,” I said. “Like I’m a termite eating a house.”

Additional material by Jacquie Matthews