As with most things, ‘A Random Saturday Night’ has an interesting story behind it. Before you jump to any conclusions, let me tell you the story:
The first time Doug asked me to marry him went something like this
Doug: What would you say if I asked you to marry me?
Christy: pauses… Not now, maybe later, lets go get some food.
Several dozen times and many months later, Christy said yes to the following words:
“You’re beautiful, you’re beautiful, you know…
In the light of the alarm clock,
At Midnight, on some Random Saturday Night
When I asked you to marry me…”
Hold the press, December 16th, 2005 is not on a Saturday, it is a Friday.
“And I said ‘Yes!'”
Alas, that’s true.
But when Doug asked that first time, we agreed to keep it a surprise until there was an official formal proposal with a ring. (I have always wanted a surprise proposal, but, if I couldn’t have that, then at least I could make sure it was a surprise for everyone else.)
So, that first Random Saturday Night was the ‘pre-proposal’, and the time afterwards was the promised time, you might say.
When he did ask with the ring in hand, (or rather, his pocket), it was on a Friday, but we both had the day off from work. For two people that are used to working the standard Monday thru Friday, that was close enough to a Saturday night for me. A Random Saturday Night.
Well there you have it, the story of A Random Saturday Night, and it is based off a spontaneous poem.