My husband is rolling in brownie points
July 13, 2007 on 8:43 am | In entertainment |We’re going to see the Decemberists in concert tonight. The Decemberists are one of my favorite bands, and we have the majority of their albums, so I’m pretty excited about it.
Brandon was going to surprise me with the tickets. Friday night is date night for us (a tradition we’ve kept since early in our marriage), and so we were going to go to dinner as usual, and then he was planning to surprise me with the concert somehow. I’m not really sure if he planned to just drive there and refuse to tell me where we were going, which would have been dangerous as I have the tendency to want to control what’s going on, or to be difficult in general for no particular reason. Who knows. But unfortunately, I found out ahead of time. Because I am excellent at ruining surprises.
I called Brandon to ask about our schedule for weekends/nights over the next month, as work is getting busy and I had to confirm the times that I would be available. He made it really clear that I should keep the night of Friday, July 13th open. Knowing that he’d tried to surprise me with Death Cab for Cutie tickets on my birthday but it fell through because he had a business trip, I immediately searched “July 13 concerts Atlanta” on Google. And there it was, the Decemberists at Chastain Park. Which prompted me to message Brandon on Google Talk with a message sort of like, “THE DECEMBERISTS? We’re going to see the Decemberists? EEEEE I’m sooo excited, yay yay yay.” That’s right, I turned into a 13-year-old girl. Except I don’t have braces and I wasn’t crying. He was a little bummed that he was unable to surprise me, and he tried to say something like “what? I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Of course that didn’t work, and eventually he admitted that he’d only been able to keep it a secret that he’d bought tickets for a day. You have to get up pretty early in the morning to surprise me. Just ask Clawdius. He knows.
I am totally excited about tonight. Eeeee, and whatnot.
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That’s what she gets for being a meddler—someone who doesn’t get to enjoy surprises.
Comment by Brandon — July 13, 2007 #
Bah, you know I like to ruin surprises. That’s why I read the end of a book first, look up the ending of movies online before I watch them, and watch tv series on dvd out of order.
I must know all! Now! Hehe.
Comment by Wendy W — July 13, 2007 #
The few times Jerome has been able to surprise me, I’ve been growly about it. Like in PA their tradition is to surprise you with a bridal shower. Well, Jerome told me we were going to play volleyball (which I LOVE to do, and don’t get to do near enough)…then I was surprised with all of the friends I made in PA, and I was actually dissapointed! “What? So we’re not going to play volleyball?” Then I had to do damage control for not being excited about the bridal shower. *sigh* Moral of the Story: Never surprise someone by lying to them about something they love (if you’re not going to do it)
Comment by Replacement Receptionist — July 13, 2007 #
Exactly! See, that’s a risk you take when you try to surprise people. They could be disappointed or resist and be uncooperative. And then nobody’s happy.
Comment by Wendy W — July 13, 2007 #