On Saturday night Dave and I went to go and see this achingly hipster woodland elf with a guitar and a Bob Dylan voice called The Tallest Man on Earth.
(Before I go any further, I think I should mention that Dave thought that we were actually going to see the actual tallest man on earth, a point proved by the fact that he asked me on the way there how I thought he’d be transported to the venue seeing as he’d be too big to travel in a car. Which in itself just goes to show that Dave’s love for me – and my sometimes questionable taste – is pure and true, because he unhesitatingly said yes to come with me on a Saturday night to meet and greet a what he thought was a just very, very, very big man. I am a lucky lady.)
Anyway, The Tallest Man on Earth (not really, he looked pretty small from where I sat) was kinda cool. I think Dave would have preferred meeting a real live giant, but whatever – it was nice to go out on a date that didn’t involve eating at the Spur.
One thing I learnt though, was that cute girls sure like cute guys who play guitars and I especially like it when Jackson gets out his guitar and puts on a show. The little video below is one of his original songs performed for Dave and I on Sunday night after our supper of meatballs and spaghetti.
So much sweeter than dessert.