Date Night

So tonight was supposed to be our first date night sans baby but we couldn't get our poop together and since baby busted a serious nut this afternoon and I had to come home from work an hour early to make sure the nut wasn't completely lost, I wanted to monitor the situation and make sure he wasn't seriously ill or something (damn, that was a long sentence). So how did date night turn out? We ordered a pizza for dinner but when husband went to pick it up, he called to say that it had split in half (huh?) and they were baking another one. He was going to hang and enjoy his free beer. The rushed pie ended up being gloopey. Hubby is now watching the stupid Texas football game at his brother's house so I'm here alone with baby. Later he's going to a new bar, a place WE were supposed to go together but when he told me he had invited his knucklehead friends, the same group we see ALL THE TIME, I was peeved. Dang it, this was supposed to be DATE NIGHT! Not "fraternize with the same guys we see all of the time" night. I can count on one hand how many times I've been alone with my husband in public in the last five months.

How can I reclaim my libido if we're hanging with a masculine group of middle-aged late bloomers on date night (*see image below)? Can't be done.