The Importance of… Date Night
Hm. I wonder if forgetting to make this picture smaller is going to make it all squished and funny looking when it gets published.
Sorry, thinking out loud – or rather, into the keyboard – again.
Hi.
Welcome back.
Guess what we did tonight?
Can’t tell from the picture, can you?
Well, forgive me for putting you in suspense. I had to wait all week long to find out what we were doing this evening. It’s only fair that you get a few moments. We look happy though, don’t we? That’s my, “If I smile bigger I’ll probably look goofy and there’s a stranger taking the picture” face.
John loves to surprise me. Many long stories behind that, but I won’t bore you. Suffice it to say, I didn’t look at billboards or bus-sides, I didn’t check our credit card balances, and didn’t even listen to the radio during this last week after I found out he had something special planned for date night this week.
It worked. I was surprised. Delighted. Giddy, even.
We went and saw… drumroll, please!….
“The Importance of Being Earnest” at the Hale Theater. It’s been… wow, a long time since we’ve been to a play together, and that was a highschool production. Well done, very well done, but not quite the same fun as we had this evening. John knows I adore the movie of said play, so he figured this would go over well. Great job, Dearest!!!
Earnest/Algy & Cecily
The “redhead” reminded me a LOT of Cinderella, both in looks and personality, and one of the Earnests reminded John a lot of the men on my side o’ the family. (It took a while for me to see that, but I got there by the end.)
So I got their picture.
It was awkward. I hate taking pictures of/with strangers.
But I did it for you, Blogworld, just for you. (Can you tell I’m thinking, “Oh the embarrassment! Hurry, hurry, hurry…” Well, I was.)
This spectacular date was in honor of my birthday, which isn’t until Friday. (He would’ve planned it for then, but as luck would have it, they’re switching out between plays next weekend.
Anyway, the punchline is — What a swell, sweet, swonderful guy I married. <sigh>
I bet this is a ploy for another surprise next week, what do you bet? I won’t be expecting anything because he already surprised me.
Wait. If I think that out loud he’s liable to do nothing, so then the surprise is that there is no surprise.
Dang.
All I have to say is, Great Job John…wow.
I love that movie too. Great job, John! and Happy Birthday to you!
Niiiice! Date night surprises are my favorites! And oh wow, don’t you just LOVE the Hale Center theater? I saw some amazing performances there when we lived in Utah! I miss that place!
LOVE HCT! That’s awesome, yay for hubbies who pull off surprises! Seriously, that’s nifty. Yaaay!
My friend and I did a scene from that in high school, you know where Gwendoline and Cecily meet for the first time. “I never travel without my diary . . . I always like something sensational to read on the train.”
We got a little carried away during the tea part, when Gwendoline says, “Though I asked most DISTINCTLY for bread and butter, you have given me cake!” We had bought some hostess chocolate cupcakes for our props and cut them in half, and my friend very artfully shoved the cake in my face at that point.
It was very hard to stay in character.
Oh, who am I kidding. We both busted up laughing.
Good times.
Awww! Very cute date night! Love it! And HAPPY BIRTHDAY to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear “Mrs. Smith”, Happy birthday to you!!!
Thanks, ladies!
(Wendy, you made me laugh out loud! A.w.e.s.o.m.e!)