Surprise Date!
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Sunday evening Rick asks me if I have Tuesday evening free… sometimes I have to work, and as it so happened, I had something scheduled. I asked him why? “Well I made plans. You’ll definitely want to go to this.” Okay…
So I reschedule my appointment, but the question remained: What did he plan? Dinner plans? He wouldn’t make such a big deal out of just dinner. St. Patty’s Day festivities? He wouldn’t make me reschedule work for St. Patrick’s Day. I had to get to the bottom of it… “What should I wear? Should I dress up?” “Well, a little bit, probably.” Okay, that didn’t help much.
I texted him the next day, “Are we going there with people?” He responds, “There will be people there.” Now he’s making a game out of this.
That night I ask him, “Are you taking me to Flogging Molly?” It’s a local Irish band that always sells out on March 17th. “No!” he chuckles. “Are you taking me to Cavalia?!?” It’s the show that’s supposed to be like Cirque du Soleil with pretty Arabian Horses. Oh! I have been dying to see this and I have been talking about it for some time. “What’s that? I mean, maybe…” Hm. Obviously not Cavalia. I threw out a few more ideas. He wasn’t budging an inch.
Soooo…. Suspense was killing me and I still did not know what to wear! He told me 30 minutes before we left that evening- to give me enough time to dress appropriately.
He took me to RENT!!! I was so shocked. I had no idea that he was remotely interested in musicals. About half way through the play, he leans over and whispers “I didn’t know the whole thing was going to be singing!”
So I reschedule my appointment, but the question remained: What did he plan? Dinner plans? He wouldn’t make such a big deal out of just dinner. St. Patty’s Day festivities? He wouldn’t make me reschedule work for St. Patrick’s Day. I had to get to the bottom of it… “What should I wear? Should I dress up?” “Well, a little bit, probably.” Okay, that didn’t help much.
I texted him the next day, “Are we going there with people?” He responds, “There will be people there.” Now he’s making a game out of this.
That night I ask him, “Are you taking me to Flogging Molly?” It’s a local Irish band that always sells out on March 17th. “No!” he chuckles. “Are you taking me to Cavalia?!?” It’s the show that’s supposed to be like Cirque du Soleil with pretty Arabian Horses. Oh! I have been dying to see this and I have been talking about it for some time. “What’s that? I mean, maybe…” Hm. Obviously not Cavalia. I threw out a few more ideas. He wasn’t budging an inch.
Soooo…. Suspense was killing me and I still did not know what to wear! He told me 30 minutes before we left that evening- to give me enough time to dress appropriately.
He took me to RENT!!! I was so shocked. I had no idea that he was remotely interested in musicals. About half way through the play, he leans over and whispers “I didn’t know the whole thing was going to be singing!”
1 comments:
Ha ha ha, did he not know Rent was a musical, or did he not understand what a musical was?
Either way that was nice of him.
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