Last night, I took an unexpected trip out to Chevy’s with a great friend who likely wanted to go home, put on some houzzzzzpantzzzz, and watch Golden Girls reruns as much as I did.

Or Law & Order. You know, whatever.

But we didn’t. She was smart enough to know — and to silently remind me — that an evening spent with a friend is better medicine than an evening with Jack McCoy. There were nachos and margaritas and a very confused waiter who put on his game face and brought me three sides instead of an entree.

And then? Then we went back to her place for a little Lego Indiana Jones, which cleared up my question about whether you can play Wii games without having to stand up and do physical things. (As intrigued as I am by DDR, I am rather old school in my belief that video games shouldn’t require too much physical exertion.)

The best thing about Lego Indiana Jones is that you’re never really dead. Things happen to you — things like Indiana Jones whipping you mercilessly because it’s fun, and you beating him with a shovel — and then you are magically reassembled.

There’s a fair amount of problem-solving in this game, which we discovered was a good bedtime barometer. There was a brick, you see, and the brick clearly needed to be on the other side of a gate, but the only way to get inside the gate was to go around and get on the roof, but Indy couldn’t jump high enough to get on the roof, and I couldn’t jump high enough to get on the roof when carrying the brick, and then I found a bazooka!

And then, naturally, the game was over. Very, very over.

In retrospect, this may have been the best way to spend the evening, because I spent the late afternoon filing my divorce complaint with the Alexandria circuit court clerk. As I did so, a couple next to me at the counter swore the oath for their marriage license.

Of course.