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Happy Anniversary...

Noah and I are about to have our 2nd anniversary (crazy)! To celebrate, we took a trip to San Francisco. As I planned the trip, I tried really hard to think of something to get him. Keep in mind, he is the hardest person to shop for because he doesn't want anything, which I love about him all the time except for on his birthday/our anniversary/Christmas. Anyway, I was SO PROUD of myself when I came up with the idea to get us tickets to a cool jazz club in San Francisco for part of our trip! Noah loves jazz and we've never been to a jazz concert before. Jackpot.

The night of the concert arrived and I told him what his surprise was at dinner. He was so excited! I finally picked a good gift AND managed to surprise him! Hooray! We anxiously arrived to the jazz club 30 minutes early and were the first people in the room.

Our table mates arrive shortly after and were raving about the group that was performing that night.

Girl 1:"They're from Minnesota and they're my favorite band!"

Girl 2:"They are great!" "

Me: "Excellent! We really like jazz."

Girl 1: "Yeah, I guess they're kind of jazz."

Wait... whaaaat?

Meet the band:
They were not 'kind of jazz.' They were kind of crazy with a little funk on the side.

Here is a run-down of the rest of the evening:

After the first note the band played:

Me: [whispering to Noah] "I think they might not be a jazz band."

10 seconds into the first song:

After the first song:

Me: [whispering to Noah] Do you think this is one of those things we'll look back and laugh about later?

Noah: [pauses... then solemnly nods]

Ohh it was bad. One member of the group just stood behind a keyboard and jumped up and down all night. A large portion of the evening involved the singer singing unintelligible sounds at us and then having the audience sing back. Which they did. With fervor. I am pretty sure we were the only people in the audience who were not totally loving it. The girls next to us did not sit down once and knew every word to every song. The group got several standing ovations. I felt like I was taking crazy pills.

After what seemed like days, but in real time was only about an hour, they sang their last song and left, at which point Noah and I breathed a huge sigh of relief. That is, until the girl next to me took a break from screaming at the top of her lungs, grabbed my arm, and yelled, "DON'T WORRY! THEY'RE COMING BACK! DON'T WORRY! IT ISN'T OVER YET."

Honey, I'm so sorry. I'll try to do better next year. By the way, please let me know when it's time to start laughing about it.