Then Cheap Trick (did I mention that’s my husband’s favorite band?) came to town.
Sure, they had come to town before, but he never brought it up and I never did either. It was the elephant in the room until the show date came and went. There were usually plenty of good reasons (child care issues, work schedule conflicts, just a little too far away) why we both couldn’t have gone together to the show anyway. Oh, and also, I didn’t like Cheap Trick. I was perhaps the only person who didn’t think Robin Zander was hot.
Once, years ago, I casually mentioned to my husband that if I spent enough time around someone (read: a guy), I could find something about him to like. After I got over the shock of realizing that he actually pays attention to what I say, I realized that he also used this to his advantage. Well, to our advantage. He started playing Cheap Trick music in the car when I with him-a cheap attempt to get me to ‘spend some time’ with Cheap Trick.
He also took me to the venue where they were playing a few weeks in advance to get familiar with the area. We spent several hours exploring and learning our way around, thereby exponentially increasing my comfort level. The end result was this: a week before the show, I was singing along to Cheap Trick songs and looking forward to the show.
I know, right?
It was awesome. I had a great time. Oh, and now I am perhaps the only person who does think that Robin Zander is hot.