Nutcracker Ballet

Let me just start this out by saying Bobby is normally a steel lipped secret keeper. And I cracked him. In retrospect, I feel like 5% bad...but only because everyone keeps telling me how mean it was.

Pfff. I call it resourceful.

So. Bob was dropping me off the other night after running some errands when he noticed I was texting one of my friends to see if we could hang out sometime this week. To make mittens. Totally normal. I didn't think anything was up until out of nowhere he says "wait, don't make plans with her for Thursday." #EarsPerkUp.

So naturally, I decide right then and there that I am going to do everything in my power to make him spill the beans: "Why? What's going on? What's on Thursday? What's the surprise? Why won't you tell me? ...Are we going to the Nutcracker???"

And let's just say that Bob is a horrendous impromptu liar. Horrendous. Face gives it away within .2 seconds. But that's not the bad part. Here it comes. He immediately tries to deny the obvious--that he got tickets to the Joffrey Ballet--so I decide I'm going to just see if I can get him to crack. Because normally I can't. Normally he won't budge a centimeter on giving anything away.

So I say, "Ohhh. Should I not have bought tickets then?"

To which he says, "You bought tickets too? Crap!"

I know, I'm totally evil. And I ruined my own surprise (he had it all set up for me to get a snail mail invite. ahh cute.)

But like I said, 95% happy with myself for cracking the boy.

Heh. Heh.

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See? Still super happy even sans surprise.

The Auditorium Theatre is so beautiful. And Babe got awesome seats. We're thinking it'd be fun to a do a group date next year and get one of the boxes on the side.

So stoked for Babe to experience his first ever ballet. Excuse the iPhone pic. These ushers were flash nazi ninjas.