“So we’re going to see Snorri Snorrivetters Lustige Trobadoure today?”
I laugh only half-heartedly. What have I done?!?!?😯
I caught him doing something he was quite immersed into and asked him in a neutral voice whether he’d like to accompany me to a concert. It’s a French singer, he may not love her, but I’d like to go and I have no one. To my surprise, he said yes. As it turned out, it was also to his surprise.
A few weeks later I reminded him the concert I had tricked him into was that day. He was still quite baffled about having become a concert ticket holder so easily and kept asking me how I had done it😳 (I could have sworn there was some admiration in his eyes, too). I said I was going to buy him a beer so that he can survive the concert.
What we got on May 20 2011, was this:
I won’t even try to tell you how good ZAZ really is.
She’s really, really damn good. Pure energy and loads of different stuff. Felt like heaven, though I didn’t understand her French at all😳
When leaving the hall I braced myself for any complains, after all, it was my fault, but my hubby said, without being asked about it, mind you: “That was good! She’s good! She’s so authentic and full of energy!”
Phew. That really made my day. Plus, I am officially allowed to drag him into concerts by people we don’t really know or not at all. One can never tell, that was my Beloved’s verdict …
ZAZ, thank you. You rock. We roll.