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24 January 2013 @ 11:53 am
Best husband ever.  
More or less before I'd gotten out of the shower this morning, Ted had bought tickets for Joss Whedon and Much Ado About Nothing at the Jameson International Film Festival next month. Best husband ever.

He also sent me to see the Sands Family and Martin Hayes/Dennis Cahill perform at Christchurch last night, after I'd forgotten we had tickets and failed to arrange for any babysitting. I'd had vague hopes that the Sands Family would be on second so I could sneak out at intermission, but no, of course not. There is very little on this earth that can top Hayes & Cahill in performance, and while the Sands Family are charming and wonderful, they just couldn't follow those two without being a total disappointment.

And Hayes and Cahill are as brilliant as ever. Watching people who'd never seen them before was almost as much fun as the music. If you ever get the chance to see them perform, do. If you get the chance to see them perform two nights running at the same venue, for the love of God, go to both shows. When I've seen double-headers, the first night they play to compliment one another and it's fantastic. The second night, they play in competition with each other, and it's exhilarating. They make me want to burst with joy. So best husband ever twice over. <3

- finish laundry
- fold laundry
- put laundry away
- mizkit.com
- danceofyoga.com
- call for dryer repair
- call for ceiling repair
- pack up soula, jaime and angie's things
- pack up lithera's things
- pack up brian's book
 
 
 
thinkingoutlawthinkingoutlaw on January 24th, 2013 08:58 pm (UTC)
Go Ted!
Flitterbyflit on January 25th, 2013 04:36 am (UTC)
Best husband ever! (Though possibly in a tie with mine.)

I love it when it's possible to see two shows back to back and have them be different; that's wonderful!
kitmizkit on January 25th, 2013 12:13 pm (UTC)
It really is wonderful with these two, too. You stagger away from the first night thinking you've seen the best night of fiddling (and guitar playing) humanly possible, and then the next night that belief is DESTROYED and you're left utterly breathless.