We are going to The Cure tomorrow, up across the border. Iâ€™m not sure if this is cool. DH thinks it is, but heâ€™s the kind of guy who can sing the lyrics to EVERY SINGLE SONG on the face of the earth. Really. His favorite genre: every song from the â€˜80s. Thus, when I found out that that The Cure would be near here, I knew we had to get tickets: just so I could go and watch him sing along to every word. True love, baby.
However, he's returning the affection:
In late summer A Prairie Home Companion is happening my town, and this made me so excited I may have even equated Garrison Keillor with The Cure: as in, the Keillor is as cool in my mind as the Cure is in DH's. Basically I'm an NPR addict all the way. Other shows that make me swoon/giggle hysterically: Wait, Wait, Donâ€™t Tell Me, or Sayâ€™s You.
Now that I've posted this DH is learning how to hide his head hole in the ground from an ostrich.*
Alas, I cannot stop.
What kinds of wine come to mind when you read the following clues: (snagged from Sayâ€™s Youâ€”which I had to listen to in the driveway, until it ended because I could not stop laughing):
1) Fake window glass
2) A deer in the doldrums
3) The tideâ€™s out at Mer San Michelle
Oh, I am such a nerd. Itâ€™s spring, I met my deadline, and I get to go somewhere international tomorrow to eat yummy food and listen to music Iâ€™m unsure about with my long-eyelashed guy. Life is good.