Getting it right

I'm not a perfect husband by any means. I'm often tired and grumpy, I can be impatient and I have a nasty habit of being sarcastic, glib and dismissive (all at the same time, mind you).

Last week the local paper had a competition to win an opportunity to meet Tori Amos and receive front row tickets to her Canberra concert. Anyone who knows my wife knows she is a huge (obsessive?) Tori fan and we have had tickets to this concert for many weeks already. I knew H. would be busy the day of the competition so I entered it on her behalf. A chance to meet your hero doesn't come along very often after all.

As a consequence of my entry, we now have two spare tickets to the concert, my wife has enjoyed a week of excited anticipation as she waits to meet her musical hero this weekend and, for just a short period of time, I have been proclaimed The Best Husband in the Universe.

See, sometimes I do get it right.

Sandman

Guess what arrived in the mail late last week?

*drool*

The photo doesn't even begin to do justice to the gorgeous quality of this massive (and very heavy) hardcover collection of the first 20 episodes of The Sandman, written by one of my favourite authors Neil Gaiman.

I haven't actually read it yet (or opened it beyond taking the photo). I want to be able to sit down and dedicate some time to this one.

Oooh, the anticipation...

Brush with fame (well, almost)

I was flying back home after a quick day trip down to Melbourne for work. Who did I see clowning around in economy class (well, not really clowning so much as sitting quietly and minding their own business)?



Gomez

I love these guys and have been big fans since their first album Bring it on was released. I had the perfect opportunity to say "Hi", maybe say how much I liked their work and wish them good luck for their Canberra show tonight (and maybe get a happy snap with my camera phone).

Instead, I chose to leave the guys alone. I'm sure they would have been cool with a fan coming up and having a few quiet words before moving along, but I elected to give them their space. Odds were they were going straight from the plane to soundcheck and are probably flying back out again tomorrow. It's only fair they be given a chance to chill out before the show that I couldn't manage to make it to (nearly 1 year old boy, lack of money - the excuses are long).

Hope the boys have a good show.

In the end, I walked away a little wistful, doing a little bit of "maybe, could have, what if..." but ultimately, no regrets.

(photo pinched from Wikipedia. I know, I'm a bad boy but Gomez don't have any press photos on their site)

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