The hubs and I aren't really great at dating. In fact, in the almost 5 years we've been married, since having kids, we can probably count on one hand how many times we've gone out just us two. Of course, we enjoy going out together without children grabbing at our every limb, but I just isn't in our budget to go out all the time. Plus, we are both total homebodies and would rather be sitting around in our Pjs. We're just that fancy.
But this Sweetest day the hubs surprised me with the best gift ever. He scored us a pair of tickets to see one of my favorite bands, Fitz and The Tantrums (he also watched the boys while I took a nap that day, so it really was the stuff of dreams)and since that day I had been dying for November 14th to arrive and to sum it all up. It was well worth the wait.
The show was spectacular. I mean, really really really great. You see, before I was married, I really enjoyed going to small shows, meeting artists and immersing myself in the music world. My husband however, had never (before this) been to a small venue concert. His only experiences with concerts were big sold out shows with top 40 artists. He did not know what to expect.
The first band was Capital Cities (well technically the second band, but we missed the first one so you get it) you know, those quirky guys that sing "Safe and Sound" and they were amazing. Seriously, the radio does their musical talent NO justice. Especially the trumpet/ trombone player. I mean, this guy rocked it, brought tears to my eyes the whole shebang. Plus they entered to my favorite cheeseball song "Don't know much" by Aaron Neville and wore satin jackets. It was like Zach Galafinakis and Bradley Cooper started a band. Pure 80's throwback fun.
I encourage you to go to you tube and watch their live stuff and watch Spencer shred the trumpet. Not to mention that they ended their show with a 20 minute club dance party. There's just something about bopping around with 300 sweaty strangers that sets your soul free, you know?
And Fitz and The Tantrums? They were everything I thought they would be and more. A little bit of 80's electronica mixed with Motown. Pure musical ear candy if I do say so myself. Even the hubster who prefers talk radio was bopping and singing words that I didn't know that he knew. I swear, music brings out the best in everyone...amIrite?
All in all it was a perfect date night and Mom and Dad were even able to roll home before midnight, which was a perfect score, because tired Fridays ain't fun for nobody.
Wonky eyes, Steamy Glasses and sweaty hugs. I think I could really get used to this Date Night thing.
And yes, my husband did carry/ wear my purse for me. That stud is a gentleman, I tell ya.