In which Mr Beloved and Mrs Girl go OUT!

Alert the media - we actually WENT OUT!  TOGETHER!  TO A LIVE GIG!!

And I’m so glad we did - in spite of a stage side light glaring at us (we’ll know to sit on the opposite side of the hall next time) and my incipient migraine (I was the chick wearing dark glasses throughout the afternoon), we had a fabulous time listening to Paris Dreaming.

Mr Beloved has been on a bit of a Django kick lately, and we both love gypsy swing (or “jazz manouche”) and it was worth going out among the Hu-Mans to hear it.

I must say though that the smell of oil-fried snacky goodies wafting into the theatre was a bit much… I had to come home and eat what is euphemistically sold as a “Honey Nut Oat bar” of 170 calories (5 fat grams)- I’m not sure if it was Mr Beloved or my Dad who called it “sawdust and tape worm eggs”, but that’s a more accurate description.

I’m off for a lie down before the prancing.