He did it all for me!

I cannot stop staring at this picture. Remember when Michelle Pfeiffer sang "Who's That Guy" in Grease 2? "Who's that guy, where did he come from!? Who's that guy, where can I get one! I never knew anyone could be so cooooooooooolllll." Now I get it.

Several months ago, I walked into the locker room, and I heard the following conversation:
"I think YOUR husband would just be perfect for the part."

"No way, YOUR husband is taller and there's no way Bob would do it."

And then I rounded the corner. Now, I know these ladies pretty well. I mean, heck, most of our conversation goes on in the locker room where we are naked and brushing, shifting and covering stuff up. So, you know, it's a whole new level of interpersonal communication. We know each other. And we know each other's husbands. So, clearly, my man is the tallest of the three. And they know it.

It was as if I was cued by these two women to round the corner. These are two pretty impressive and fairly influential ladies. Maybe they are into witch craft and voodooed me to come to the gym. Because when I rounded the corner they both gave me this look, started foaming at the mouth, and almost screamed right at me, "OH YOUR husband would be perfect for the part!"

I mean, yes, he's perfect and pretty much for any part. But what did they want him to do? Change a light bulb? Reach something on the top shelf? I dunno. So, when they wiped the froth from their mouths, they explain, in a tag team, that they need someone to dress up as Fronkensteen from the Musical Young Frankenstein. It turns out both ladies are on a committee, or a board - I'm sure I'm getting it all wrong which is why I am not on any boards nor committees - and they are putting together a major fundraiser for the Omaha Performing Arts. And one of the shows Omaha Performing Arts is bringing in is Young Frankenstein. And please can Ricardo dress up, they have a make up artist and they'll get his tux and everything?

I tell them no way. That there's no way I'm volunteering him to do it, and also, uh, he would never do it. A few days later, back in the locker room, I get approached again. But this time, they hit me where I cannot resist. They've planned this. And they are brilliant, very slowly they explain,

"PSSSST, over here....Hey, uh, it hasn't been announced yet, but WICKED is coming back to town next year. If Ricardo could do the Fronkensteen bit, we could get you whatever you Want. WHATEVER. YOU. WANT. " Wink, Wink.

Oh no she did not. Uh, yeah, she did. She went there. I consider it all, because really, all I heard was WICKED is coming back. And really, I can weather the nosebleed seats I can afford. It's really actually eye level when things and characters start flying. That's doable. But I promise I will ask Ricardo, ending with, "But he'll never do it."

I finally remember to mention it to Ricardo. I tell him how excited I am that WICKED is coming, and with no manipulation tactics at all, I simply tell him what's been relayed to me.I expect nothing but a giggle that I even brought this to him. As I'm babbling, I think Ricardo is adding up the cost of me buying tickets to a show I've already seen twice. I babble some more and then he simply says, "So, what would I have to do again?"

Just when you think you know your husband and what his response to "Hey will you dress up as a comical Frankenstein, I think it involves make up and a tux." Whammo - he hits me with a yes!? What the hell just happened?

He agreed. I went back to the ladies of influence and power (what now with those WICKED tickets and all), and told them the good news. And after a tux fitting and 45 minutes in a make up chair, my man, the shy guy, walked out with his top hat and cane, and greeted each hopeful donor and took their picture.

The man is in a top hat, covered in green, and you guessed it, the comment of the night was, "Man, you're tall." Nice.

Even better, the ladies of influence and power let me tag along, and dress up all pretty and attend the event as well. I stood off to the side, offering my monster some water on quick breaks in pictures. And I stood there in awe. He was doing this all for me. He doesn't even want to go to WICKED. I'm taking my girl JULZHOLLA! He's doing this for me. Well, and I guess that community involvement stuff to, but seriously, all for me.

And then one of those ladies' husbands came up to us. I was explaining how grateful he should be that he's not the man in green tonight, when he gazes into Ricardo's eyes, and in all seriousness, this former Husker Offensive Lineman who shall go nameless for now, says, "Hey man, is that your real eye color, or does the green make your eyes pop that much?" Ricardo explained it was his real eye color. Awkward.

Then he went back to working the crowd. Did Ricardo just put his arm around the Mayor and his wife and joke around with them!? He's having a great time, and charming everyone. So, while Ricardo charmed all of the local Omaha dignitaries and posed for hundreds of pictures as a green monster, I stood back in awe and just fell in love even harder with my man. I just watched him selflessly do all of this for me. I am so impressed and feel so loved, by the guy in green.

You know, we do a lot of selfless stuff for our family, but it's mostly for our kids. It's missed too much to just do something totally selfless for our spouse.

On our way home, I thanked him and told him much I loved him and then thank you again. He looked at me with those blue eyes and green face and said,
"Dude, didn't we have it in our vows or something that we wouldn't get all mushy like this?"

Good point.

I am so in love. I feel so loved. All in the name of Fronkensteen.

That's how I roll. (But really, I'm still flying high on mushy love.)

Song of the Day: I Feel Pretty - West Side Story (It's on the docket for this season as well.)