So somewhere back before my last birthday, the conversation turned to musical theatre, and I said "I hate all musical theatre - except Cats... I didn't mind that."
Result: A pair of tickets to Cats, now undergoing a renaissance in Sydney, as a birthday present from my girlfriend (amongst other things). The show's on tonight.
Alas, my girlfriend is suffering from a particularly bad dose of something horrible and is unable to get out of bed, let alone go to the theatre, and at this late notice the only person I could get as reserve "plus one" was my cousin, who's a bloke.
So we two are off to see Cats tonight, like the middle aged gay couple we're not.
He reckons I have to buy him dinner as well, he's not that cheap.