Do You Love Me?

I was working outside, washing the house with my Dad’s pressure washer over the weekend and GF was busy cleaning and straightening up inside. At one point GF came outside and asked, “Do you love me?” Uh oh. What happened? Did she knock a hole in one of my freshly spackled, sanded & painted walls? Did she spill a gallon of paint all over the hardwood floors? Break our only functioning bathroom (the blue bathroom is just stud walls at the moment). I must have stood there looking stupid too long because she asked again, “Do you love me?”

Me: “Umm… yeah”
GF: “Sure?”
Me: “Yeah. Sure. Why do you ask?”
GF: “Well… ‘cause I did something.”
Me: “What did you do?”
GF: “I bought tickets for us to go see Leo Kottke”

Me: “Cool.”
…

And I am truly excited! We’ve never seen Leo live. He allows taping so I’ve heard quite a few of his shows, but we’ve never seen him and know very, very little about him. What initially attracted us to his music was hearing that Willy Porter (remember Willy?) lists Leo as one of his major influences.

I’d totally forgotten about this exchange over the weekend until GF sent me this email:

I ordered tickets for Willy at the Sellersville Theater... it's a double bill with Martin Barre, which was really just tooooooooooooooooooooo good to pass up.

Is there any wonder why I love this woman?

Of course there are other, more relevant reasons – this is just an example. Of course.

(Now for the ultimate test – will she go nuts if I order microphones to go with my new eBay purchased portable DAT recorder so I can tape these shows???)