Two Sundays ago (April 25), S called me on my mobile and said, "you need to be at home and ready to go at 4:45 tomorrow. Don't wear jeans."
Me: Um... where are we going?
S: It's a surprise.
S: Seriously. I'm not telling you where we're going.
Monday evening rolls around. I head home after work, change out of my jeans, and am ready at 4:45, per instructions.
S picks me up and we head to G's house to pick her and A up. I confess to them that I have no clue what's happening. They think this is the greatest thing ever and torment me mercilessly**.
So we hop in the car and head out. I picked up that we were going to Royal Oak and thought we were going to see a concert. (Royal Oak has an awesome venue for intimate concerts.)
Anyway. We get to Royal Oak and S tries to find us a parking spot. Since none of them know exactly where the Royal Oak Music Theater is, we were randomly driving 'round when S makes a turn, and VOILA, there it is:
You can't really tell, but the guy with the white socks? Directly under the marquee? He was wearing a kilt.
S had conspired with G to get CRAIG FERGUSON tickets.
Thereby proving - once again - that I. Am. Dating. A. Wonderful. Man.
Enjoy some Craig:
(I looked for video of his stand-up and while there are a few out there, the camera-phone quality isn't that great.)
*Really. That's what I said. The anticipation of the surprise was DELICIOUS.
**This was my first clue that this was going to be a GREAT evening. G and A wouldn't do anything unless is was top-notch cool.